The Expat Executive - Day 30!!!

Mexico Day 30 – The Whiteback Exodus Has Begun (And I Might Be Leading It)

·       I Started Working in Mexico Today. You Probably Can’t, Though

·       Back Crackery & Neck Twistery

·       Mexican Beef Jerky? Who Knew???

The view from the loft / office at dusk.

Working in Mexico

This morning, I woke up, savored my coffee like a civilized man, and did something I haven’t done since November: I worked. Yes, actual labor - mental, not manual, mind you.

I’ve run a consulting and executive search firm for years, and remote work is second nature to me. If I can find Wi-Fi and a cup of coffee stronger than a Kardashian’s thong line, I can work anywhere on Earth.

But if that’s not you, Mexico might be a tougher nut to crack. Six-figure jobs here are rarer than polite drivers in Texas. So if you’re planning your grand escape south, bring your remote job, a business idea, or at least a sugar mama.

I heroically worked from 7:00 to 9:30 a.m. (yes, a grueling two and a half hours) before heading to the club for tennis. Once again, we found some locals on the court, invited them for doubles, and made new friends. The best part of club life isn’t the courts or cocktails - it’s the camaraderie.

A Mexican Chiropractor

In my fifties, my back decided to rebel. Yoga helped, my inversion table (currently still imprisoned in the U.S.) helped, and weekly chiropractic – or what I call “Back crackery and Neck Twistery” became mandatory.

Today I visited a local “Doctor of Vertebrae Violence,” as I like to call them. This guy was pretty good! his technique precise, his timing impeccable, and my spine sounded like a bag of popcorn. The best part? It cost twenty-seven bucks. Twenty-seven! Back realigned, wallet intact. Viva México.

Mexican Beef Jerky!! And Killer Salsa!

On the way home, we stumbled upon a place called Dos Amigos y Carne Cecina. Translation: “Two Friends and Beef Jerky.”  Wait? Mexican beef jerky is a thing???

Maria ordered enchiladas. I got the beef jerky taco, which was approximately the size of a small pillow. The pièce de résistance, though, was the habanero salsa. Sweet merciful jalapeno, it was glorious!

I told the waiter how much I loved it, and he brought me a bag of it. Not a cute little cup. A baggie. Like I was buying salsa off the street. We devoured it again at dinner.

Pro tip: If your nose starts running after the first bite and you still can’t stop eating it, that’s not just good salsa, that’s divine punishment disguised as pleasure.

Invasion of the Whitebacks!

Back in the day, some Americans used the ugly slur “wetback” for Mexicans crossing north. Now, irony’s having its revenge. A tidal wave of Whitebacks (A term I just made up) are crossing south.

Our moving truck was supposed to arrive weeks ago, but it’s currently stuck behind a conga

I LOVE my country - which is why I HATE this POS

line of fleeing Americans at the border. President Trump 2.0 (or as I call it -  “Return of the Pedi”) has reclassified Mexican cartels as “terrorist organizations,” and President Sheinbaum responded by declaring the U.S. a supplier of those terrorists (accurate, considering 75% of cartel weapons come from the U.S.).

Now every car is being torn apart at the border, and just last week, an American genius tried crossing with military-grade weapons. Brilliant. Thanks to Captain Second Amendment, my dining table may never arrive.

No matter. We have four glasses, two plates, and a fully furnished penthouse.

This Whiteback will survive just fine, sipping mezcal, eating tacos, and watching the exodus continue. I do feel badly for those without the means to escape the atrocities that Project 2025 states are coming though. It won’t be long before the rights in the Constitution are taken away, one by one. I hope I’m wrong!