Monday, May 28, 2012
|Electric "Fry" Swatters|
|Rick at the ready|
Today’s haciendas range in condition from mere piles of rubble overtaken by jungle, to luxury resorts. Many are open to the public and can be visited. Some are private. A few, such as Yaxcopoil, are museums kept in the style of the time, devoted to telling the poignant tale of the green gold.
|Kitchens were apart from the main house|
|Henequen processing machinery|
|Mayan artifacts from the property|
|Metates y manos|
|How many gramos?|
Today at Santa Lucia park I saw one of the strangest ideas yet. The woman had a small glass aquarium with twenty or so live beetle crawling around inside. These were not your ordinary beetles. They were beetles with bling. Rhinestones, small gold chains, colorful bits of cut glass and paint adorned the backs of each beetle. I couldn't resist asking her who bought them and what they used them for. She smiled and said that people attach them to their shirts to wear as pins! She generously offered to give me one, but I declined, explaining that we were only here house sitting temporarily and couldn't have pets. Walking home I thought, if I had taken her up on her offer,I would have had to name it Elvis.
We were sitting in the airport waiting for the flight home. Neither of us wanted to go back. We wanted to wash our clothes and go somewhere else that was new, some place different. It wasn’t that we didn’t like our home or enjoy our life, but something else was calling to us. The romantic thing would be to call it wonder lust. Maybe we’d been subscribing to International Living magazine for too long. Whatever it was, and is, it was a feeling that wouldn’t go away.
We did continue to go home though, trip after trip. But we kept talking about how we could get away more often. We could do house trades, or we could sell our house and all of our belongings, or we could get a house sitter, or we could rent out our house, or….our minds spun around and around unable to reach a conclusion. Then we met Jillian on a trip to Mexico. She was house sitting and had been for many years. That was how she lived her life. It seemed like something that we could do too. It seemed like the time was right.
Two months later, we were listed on several websites seeking house sitting assignments. All of our belongings were stashed in a 10x30 storage unit and our home was leased out for year. We were ready to embark upon life on the road, with 2 carry-on suitcases each, 2 laptops, and a cell phone with an international calling plan.
We’d done the research, lots of it. We had applied for several house sitting opportunities, put together profiles and reference letters, interviewed via phone, e-mails and Skype. Our bills were all paperless and accessible to pay on-line, what little mail we were expecting was going to a family member. We’d notified banks and credit card companies of our plans, paid our taxes, had our teeth cleaned, visited our doctors for our annual physical exams, and stockpiled some prescription meds. We did our best to cover all of our bases. We let all of our friends know what we were doing and spent time with our families, encouraging everyone to get on Skype so we could stay connected. Finally we were ready to go. We were on a journey without a known ending. We had one way tickets to Mexico!
We had an overnight flight to Cancun where we would spend the night before making a brief side trip to Tulum. From there we would take a 4 hour bus ride to Merida where we would begin our first assignment. My husband’s daughter dropped us at the airport and we were off. We thought. Oh, the best laid plans….