MUCH OF MY life has been spent surrounded by tourists. There was the 18 years in New Orleans, and now the 17 years in my Mexican mountain town.
It adds up to about half my life. The rest of my adult life was spent almost entirely in Houston, Texas, which is also a swell place to live, or it was when I left.
Not too touristy though.
I also lived almost almost two years in San Juan, Puerto Rico, which is so touristy that cruise ships harbor there.
People come to tourist towns, look around, and say, boy, it must be great to live here. Guess what? It is.
I landed in New Orleans by pure happenstance. But I came to my mountain town deliberately. I will die here.
Surrounded by tourists.