The Hacienda is 10 years old this month. I’ve never lived anywhere longer.
When we moved in, the upstairs terraza was green. Now it’s yellow. The bathtub was Colonial tile. Now it’s some fancy plastic. Then there were shower curtains in the tub downstairs and the stall upstairs. Now there are sliding doors.
Then we slept on a queen bed. Now we sleep on a king. Then the living room furniture was beige. Now it’s red. Then the columns supporting the tile roof on the upstairs terraza were wood. Now they are brick.
Then there were scant plants in the yard. Now, well, look at the photo. Then I mowed the yard. Now Abel the deadpan neighbor mows it.
Then the street out back was dirt. Now it’s cobblestone. Then the street out front was potholed. Now it’s smooth, plus there’s a sidewalk. Then there were no bats living in the downstairs terraza tiles. Now there are.
Then we had no way to water the yard. Now we have two water tanks and two pumps for that. Then we had one car. Now we have two. Then the service patio was white. Now it’s green and partially roofed to boot.
Then the windows leaked when it rained. They still do, but not so much as then. Then I was young. Now I’m not.
Then there was no municipal water supply. Now there is. Then the lot next door was a pasture with a cow. Now it’s a sex motel.
Then two lots across the street were vacant. Now there are two snazzy houses. Then our underground cistern was plastic. Now it’s concrete.
Then I was a Gringo. Now I’m a Mexican who looks like a Gringo. Then I was not an internet whizbang. Now I am.
Then my Spanish was dicey. Now it’s much better. Then my child bride was young and beautiful. Now she still is. Then I did not much like living in Mexico. Now I do. Then I voted Democrat. Now I don’t.
Then I visited the Old Country every year. Now I don’t, ever.
I could go on, but you’re starting to nod off.
It’s been the best decade of all.