Interesting couple of days. I got hired by the woman who owns her own real estate company and suddenly I know more about real estate than I ever did before ha ha. This company is almost virtual, and altho' we're here in Baja, the business is in Washington and Oregon. And kinda interesting- an "a la carte" menu so the buyer can have full service, minimum service and all the things in between. There's a dashboard website to be learned and on my first day today I already attended a conf call/webinar training session. Part of what I'll do is utilize social media (FB, twitter, LinkedIN, learn how to optimize the web to get search engines to choose our sites, and at some point in the future I may even manage agents remotely.... Like I said, it's pretty interesting; and the woman is also pretty interesting. Very strong, independent, smart...entrepreneurial. Oh and we work from her home, which is on a cliff overlooking the Pacific, so all in all I'm pretty happy, pretty grateful. 20 hours a week- not sure if it would turn into more, but equally not sure I'd want to do more than that. 10am -2pm. Perfect, of course now I have to get off my lazy butt and go to the only zumba close enough to make sense for me. It's costs $$, just 300 pesos a month (about $24USD), 3 days a week. I could justify paying for it when I have an elliptical, and all the music from zumba in Penasco, and could make up my own routines....but if I have a little money, well then I may just have to check it out...but not until Monday ha ha...tomorrow is Friday so...
So it started raining a couple of hours ago, lightly at first and then pretty hard just for a little while. I heard that old familiar I'm in Mexico so the roof has gotta be leaking drip drip drip. We were both online with the tv on as well so didn't notice at first. If it had dripped anywhere else we probably wouldn't have heard it, but right onto the tv and the little table it's on. Wow- in Playa Ventura it rained in the bedroom, alot, and a little bit in the living room. In Puerto Penasco it was the bedroom and the kitchen, so just one spot in the living room ain't too bad ha ha! I sent an email before I started this post, to the real estate lady we rent thru, and since the maintenance guy has been here almost every day since we moved in, I'm sure getting him here tomorrow will not be a problem. Hmmm, maybe it happened because he finished the plumbing issues yesterday...yep 3 toilets all workin'...and I am still not sure if we have a septic tank or not. And it might be the "open type" where there are big rocks on the bottom and cement walls and a top....the water under the ground comes in and...well they never fill up because it washes away thru the rocks and gravel...hmmm yuck. Everardo and Mike dug trenches all around the house trying to follow the pipes...but what I know right now is I can go to the bathroom upstairs and downstairs, and that's what I wanted. It's a done deal that we will only be here 6 months tops.
This house is huge, and while maybe that would be ok, why pay so much when we could have a house the size of the Penasco house, with an ocean view and a yard for less, maybe half...Plus these neighborhood issues. Yesterday some feds were here looking for clues from our neighbor's robbery last week, and they are after a young guy (reportedly a druggie & a drug dealer) who used to live here, and is back, or is kinda back....anyway Everardo talked to one of the feds and the guy said, you guys should look for a different campo. ha ha yeah ya think? And it doesn't feel scary. It's very quiet, most of the houses are empty or seasonal. But as I talk to other people around here it seems that other areas are not like this, in fact it's almost funny; when they ask where we live and we say Agua Caliente campo..they always say "oh", or silence and then "oh". Anyway the fed gave Everardo his personal cell number if we ever have an emergency. Yeah...hmmm well hope we never feel the need, right? My job is in another neighborhood and it has places as well. It's kinda down a cliff, and when it is truly the rainy season I wonder if these people have trouble getting in and out of their places? The driveway to Diane's house is cement except at the very top so I'm ok there, but it looks like the rest of the little roads going down are all dirt. But I know of at least 6 or 8 other campos and we have 5 months to look- well Nov isn't even over so more than 5 months.
Everardo went to talk to a guy who hires and owns a couple of campos but hasn't caught up with the guy yet. But we keep meeting people and getting other leads, other insights. Last nite we met 3 people for dinner at a local restaurant, Baja Mamas. American food and very unimpressive. It's like an American's local watering hole, and I guess if I was drunk I might think the food was good. Mama is a nice old lady who walks around and chats (American) and apparently you can bring your dog in with you. There's a bar and in between the bar and the dining tables there's 2 guys, one plays at a time, guitar, one doing 50's songs in English and the other doing old Mexican ballads in Spanish. Ok, but so loud you have to yell to talk at your table- not my cup of tea. But again if I was drunk it would probly be fine ha ha. (since I haven't had a drink in almost 13 years, that's probly not going to happen, and Everardo didn't like it either so we probly won't go back). And oh yeah it was expensive. But our next door neighbor, Will wanted us to go and meet some of his friends. It was being on the island of misfit toys! Will is about 80 something but I would have guessed early 70's. He talks alot (lotta that going around) We met his friend Anna who talked the entire time and was right about everything! Just ask her. And told us to come to her house on the weekend.....then there was this other really old guy named Mac and he's moving down here to a campo down the road, into a 2 bedroom 2 bath furnished house for $350 USD- so I want to check THAT out. He has trouble getting around so Poppi gave him his phone number so we can run errands for him if he needs help. After that we came up the road towards home but stopped at another place that really was like a storage locker with the door up and it was a little restaurant, better prices but not sure I'd eat there- and again American food. Mostly we eat at home and if we go out, we go for tacos or carnitas- or some kind of Mexican food. The owner there looked like a tweaker and he and Will started gossiping about the family that own our campo cause he lives there, too- but down at the end by the entrance. Will was trying to be nice and introduce us around. We really appreciate that...that being said, well, ok when I stop laughing here.... we will probly never go to either place. But Will is an old man who lives alone and this is his social life, they talked about alot of people and he stayed after we left. He lives next door, but really only sleeps there. He hasn't had electricity in 10 years...oh or water. But he has another house in the next campo that he lives in during the day. But he says the bedroom and bed are too small- he's very tall and a bit wide, so he sleeps here. He is a character!
My migraine and panic attacks really wiped me out and I can't believe it's Thursday nite, cause I was sick on Sunday and don't really know where the rest of the days went. The damn panic attacks- I have to tell myself to let them go. Even right now I can feel it on the edge of my...my consciousness I guess, a little breeze of the cold fear that grabs me when they come, but sitting off to the side of me, like invisible fog. It just pushed at me, that's why I'm talking about it. Yesterday I did a little research of my own blog and found out that this year 2013, I had migraines 3 times, and all 3 times they were preceded by panic attacks. May 23rd, Aug 2, and now Nov. In Aug and Nov the migraines made me throw up, in May I felt sick but didn't puke, so does that mean they're getting worse? In Playa Ventura I only remember one migraine, and I didn't get sick, but it lasted a couple of days- this was before we found out about the shots. But I had panic attacks without migraines...I think it's new they come together. Or new this year anyway. I have to talk away the panic, or pray them away. I don't talk to my spiritual side as much since I've been here; just haven't worked it out yet cause I like to talk out loud...so I just have to get my rhythm back. But this week I have been sleeping almost on top of poor Poppi, but he is an amazing guy- and always tells me to wake him up if one starts...or before it starts if I feel it coming on. I still believe they are simply chemical imbalances that occur sometimes via stress, maybe sometimes in my body, they just build up. I've had them a long long time. But I hate this feeling of them just outside my reach...and having a funny taste in my mouth. But I've googled it a zillion times from every angle, and it just is what it is. See and writing this has pushed it away. Ok enough.
One more thing about the new job. The real estate is all in the states (Wa & Ore), except for one section where she has some in Baja. It's listed under retirement properties or something like that. I read the blub and noticed right away she tried to address the issue of crime/safety in Mexico- which I totally understand, I mean people are just so ignorant. The US gov't wants to keep it's dollars! If you watch, they start putting out all the travel advisories about how dangerous Mexico is right before major holidays so you won't go. I mean I'm more afraid in Oakland Ca than I've ever been anywhere in Mexico. There are bad people and bad places everywhere. Use your head, think...ok off my soapbox. Anyway I thought it was a mistake to even use the word crime- it's the first word that jumped off the page at me, and when I remarked about it, she responded very positively- she liked my thought process. So before I came onto this website I rewrote her blurb- just that one paragraph and left out the word crime all together and emailed it to her, so I'm excited to see what she thinks.
Well the rain has stopped and it's getting late...for a work nite ha ha ha haha.
Mexico fun fact:
In 1994, a group of Mexican peasants and farmers called the Zapatistas (named after Emiliano Zapata) started another revolt to highlight the differences between the rich and poor.
So it started raining a couple of hours ago, lightly at first and then pretty hard just for a little while. I heard that old familiar I'm in Mexico so the roof has gotta be leaking drip drip drip. We were both online with the tv on as well so didn't notice at first. If it had dripped anywhere else we probably wouldn't have heard it, but right onto the tv and the little table it's on. Wow- in Playa Ventura it rained in the bedroom, alot, and a little bit in the living room. In Puerto Penasco it was the bedroom and the kitchen, so just one spot in the living room ain't too bad ha ha! I sent an email before I started this post, to the real estate lady we rent thru, and since the maintenance guy has been here almost every day since we moved in, I'm sure getting him here tomorrow will not be a problem. Hmmm, maybe it happened because he finished the plumbing issues yesterday...yep 3 toilets all workin'...and I am still not sure if we have a septic tank or not. And it might be the "open type" where there are big rocks on the bottom and cement walls and a top....the water under the ground comes in and...well they never fill up because it washes away thru the rocks and gravel...hmmm yuck. Everardo and Mike dug trenches all around the house trying to follow the pipes...but what I know right now is I can go to the bathroom upstairs and downstairs, and that's what I wanted. It's a done deal that we will only be here 6 months tops.
This house is huge, and while maybe that would be ok, why pay so much when we could have a house the size of the Penasco house, with an ocean view and a yard for less, maybe half...Plus these neighborhood issues. Yesterday some feds were here looking for clues from our neighbor's robbery last week, and they are after a young guy (reportedly a druggie & a drug dealer) who used to live here, and is back, or is kinda back....anyway Everardo talked to one of the feds and the guy said, you guys should look for a different campo. ha ha yeah ya think? And it doesn't feel scary. It's very quiet, most of the houses are empty or seasonal. But as I talk to other people around here it seems that other areas are not like this, in fact it's almost funny; when they ask where we live and we say Agua Caliente campo..they always say "oh", or silence and then "oh". Anyway the fed gave Everardo his personal cell number if we ever have an emergency. Yeah...hmmm well hope we never feel the need, right? My job is in another neighborhood and it has places as well. It's kinda down a cliff, and when it is truly the rainy season I wonder if these people have trouble getting in and out of their places? The driveway to Diane's house is cement except at the very top so I'm ok there, but it looks like the rest of the little roads going down are all dirt. But I know of at least 6 or 8 other campos and we have 5 months to look- well Nov isn't even over so more than 5 months.
Everardo went to talk to a guy who hires and owns a couple of campos but hasn't caught up with the guy yet. But we keep meeting people and getting other leads, other insights. Last nite we met 3 people for dinner at a local restaurant, Baja Mamas. American food and very unimpressive. It's like an American's local watering hole, and I guess if I was drunk I might think the food was good. Mama is a nice old lady who walks around and chats (American) and apparently you can bring your dog in with you. There's a bar and in between the bar and the dining tables there's 2 guys, one plays at a time, guitar, one doing 50's songs in English and the other doing old Mexican ballads in Spanish. Ok, but so loud you have to yell to talk at your table- not my cup of tea. But again if I was drunk it would probly be fine ha ha. (since I haven't had a drink in almost 13 years, that's probly not going to happen, and Everardo didn't like it either so we probly won't go back). And oh yeah it was expensive. But our next door neighbor, Will wanted us to go and meet some of his friends. It was being on the island of misfit toys! Will is about 80 something but I would have guessed early 70's. He talks alot (lotta that going around) We met his friend Anna who talked the entire time and was right about everything! Just ask her. And told us to come to her house on the weekend.....then there was this other really old guy named Mac and he's moving down here to a campo down the road, into a 2 bedroom 2 bath furnished house for $350 USD- so I want to check THAT out. He has trouble getting around so Poppi gave him his phone number so we can run errands for him if he needs help. After that we came up the road towards home but stopped at another place that really was like a storage locker with the door up and it was a little restaurant, better prices but not sure I'd eat there- and again American food. Mostly we eat at home and if we go out, we go for tacos or carnitas- or some kind of Mexican food. The owner there looked like a tweaker and he and Will started gossiping about the family that own our campo cause he lives there, too- but down at the end by the entrance. Will was trying to be nice and introduce us around. We really appreciate that...that being said, well, ok when I stop laughing here.... we will probly never go to either place. But Will is an old man who lives alone and this is his social life, they talked about alot of people and he stayed after we left. He lives next door, but really only sleeps there. He hasn't had electricity in 10 years...oh or water. But he has another house in the next campo that he lives in during the day. But he says the bedroom and bed are too small- he's very tall and a bit wide, so he sleeps here. He is a character!
My migraine and panic attacks really wiped me out and I can't believe it's Thursday nite, cause I was sick on Sunday and don't really know where the rest of the days went. The damn panic attacks- I have to tell myself to let them go. Even right now I can feel it on the edge of my...my consciousness I guess, a little breeze of the cold fear that grabs me when they come, but sitting off to the side of me, like invisible fog. It just pushed at me, that's why I'm talking about it. Yesterday I did a little research of my own blog and found out that this year 2013, I had migraines 3 times, and all 3 times they were preceded by panic attacks. May 23rd, Aug 2, and now Nov. In Aug and Nov the migraines made me throw up, in May I felt sick but didn't puke, so does that mean they're getting worse? In Playa Ventura I only remember one migraine, and I didn't get sick, but it lasted a couple of days- this was before we found out about the shots. But I had panic attacks without migraines...I think it's new they come together. Or new this year anyway. I have to talk away the panic, or pray them away. I don't talk to my spiritual side as much since I've been here; just haven't worked it out yet cause I like to talk out loud...so I just have to get my rhythm back. But this week I have been sleeping almost on top of poor Poppi, but he is an amazing guy- and always tells me to wake him up if one starts...or before it starts if I feel it coming on. I still believe they are simply chemical imbalances that occur sometimes via stress, maybe sometimes in my body, they just build up. I've had them a long long time. But I hate this feeling of them just outside my reach...and having a funny taste in my mouth. But I've googled it a zillion times from every angle, and it just is what it is. See and writing this has pushed it away. Ok enough.
One more thing about the new job. The real estate is all in the states (Wa & Ore), except for one section where she has some in Baja. It's listed under retirement properties or something like that. I read the blub and noticed right away she tried to address the issue of crime/safety in Mexico- which I totally understand, I mean people are just so ignorant. The US gov't wants to keep it's dollars! If you watch, they start putting out all the travel advisories about how dangerous Mexico is right before major holidays so you won't go. I mean I'm more afraid in Oakland Ca than I've ever been anywhere in Mexico. There are bad people and bad places everywhere. Use your head, think...ok off my soapbox. Anyway I thought it was a mistake to even use the word crime- it's the first word that jumped off the page at me, and when I remarked about it, she responded very positively- she liked my thought process. So before I came onto this website I rewrote her blurb- just that one paragraph and left out the word crime all together and emailed it to her, so I'm excited to see what she thinks.
Well the rain has stopped and it's getting late...for a work nite ha ha ha haha.
Mexico fun fact:
In 1994, a group of Mexican peasants and farmers called the Zapatistas (named after Emiliano Zapata) started another revolt to highlight the differences between the rich and poor.
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