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| An endangered species: The expat |
I am an AmeriCAN not an AmeriCAN’T
And you are MEXICANS
It s nice to know that I can STILL pay for things in a currency that no longer exists-the US Dollar. Not as pretty as Cabo San Lucas on the Pacific Ocean in the sea of Cortez, still Cozumel has a Carib-Los Angeles vibe-In fact it’s like going through one of the barrios off the Harbor Freeway 110 or the 105, without the traffic and Los Angry Cars.. Forget expats. Locals are able to fill tourism jobs in the region. There is a leveled playing field here in Cozumel.
They speak Money here as the first language and money is not the key to happiness, but the happy go locals figure if they have enough money, they can have a key made. English is their second language They get it that It’s no longer a pain in the English to speak da language --There is No Egg in Eggplant, No Ham in Hamburger, No Pine or Apple in Pineapple. You park your car in a driveway and drive your car on a parkway, Double Negatives Are A No-No. Cool.
Cabo-Afternoon Cowboy
LG- LIfe is Good in Cabo. I've gone native in a Col Kurtz sort of way, drinking tequila, and sporting a Hecho in Mexico Straw Cowboy hat---The Horror. The Horror. If 50 is the youth of old age, and -Food is the sex of old age! Analyse this: I had a guacamole-cheese-quesadilla-gasm. In some parts of Mexico I would be married to that tortilla already.
Man Of Many Hats Ed If you are all wrapped up in yourself, you are overdressed- Actually, just wrapped up in a Brazilian Flag(left)
Joe Bjornson is a chain smoker from Iceland. He plays in a Jazz band. He describes himself as the Vincent Van Gough of Trombone- WTF? Then , I am the Rosa Parks of second-hand smokers. I refuse to hang out with my tobacco-stained-finger-tipped-nicotine juiced friends who smoke, unless I am on an open deck, breathing salt-water air.Paying for things in a currency that no longer exist$-the US Dollar, I ask myself, "am I better off than I was 4 Trillion dollars ago? " In Mexico, the answer is, Yes!
