Riding two or three times a week here in Mexico affords me an opportunity to meet so many interesting people, one of whom owns a very chic Italian clothing boutique in the Luxury Mall called Maliparmi. I knew the store before I met Rosanna because I bought a pair of sandals there that I thought were a steal at 250 pesos only to learn (after I wore them) that … Read More
Today is my 65th birthday. I know that for some women, it is heresy to admit this milestone, but for me, I only see it as finally getting my dues: health insurance and movie tickets at a discount. Actually, to be honest, I don’t feel “old” even though my daughter’s birthday wish included the phrase, “you are finally an old lady”. To me the passage of time has only … Read More
When I first moved to Cabo San Lucas, I was a little put off by the activity in the Harbor, particularly when I was on the beach where Cruise ships (sometimes three at a time), jet-skis, enormous yachts, fishing craft and other assorted seafaring vessels commandeered so much of the vista. I wondered sometimes what had happened to the Mexican tranquility I envisioned in my plans. Funny, I love the … Read More
Several weeks ago while riding, I fell off my horse. Doing this from a cantor results in quite an impact. Time stops for just a second as I recover my equilibrium. Everyone stands still until I rise up and ask to get back in the saddle. Every time I have taken a spill, I insist that I remount, because I know that getting right back on the horse is the … Read More
Last week, I finally found a yoga group here in Cabo that I could attend regularly. It’s been 3 years since I attended a class, distracted as I was from my own needs in my overwhelming quest to control events in my life that were, let’s say, not in my control. I missed the refuge it once provided and the side benefits of just feeling more right with myself. It … Read More
Some years ago, I had a dream one night that left me in a strange state upon awakening. I decided to record this reverie before all recollection faded into the day’s reality. But, all I could remember was that I was searching for someone or something that eluded me. I was traveling in Italy on a winding stone road towards an exotic hamlet that was embraced by a floral paradise. … Read More
When I decided to move to Mexico 5 years ago, I had a lot of push back from family and friends. Mexico was so far away and dangerous (read the papers). But here is the reality: the flight from NY to Cabo is the same as NY to LA and Cabo is 1000 miles from the US border. I live closer to “dangerous” locales in my apartment in Connecticut. And … Read More