ON MOVING OVER the Rio Bravo at the turn of the century, I had a to-do list of three items.
First, learn Spanish. I had no intention of living here without learning the native tongue. Alas, so many of my former countrymen do just that. Tsk, tsk.
Second, get married. I had no intention of living here solo for the rest of my life. I don’t like being single.
Third, with my new bride’s help, buy land and construct a home. See, my to-do list had an order of sorts. No. 1 was a lengthy process, and it’s ongoing.
At age 55, learning a new language is not something that comes easily. And No. 3 required No. 2 first.
And No. 2 required No. 1 because my child bride cannot converse in English. Being able to talk to your wife is advisable.
No. 2 was fairly easy because, truth be told, I had women coming out of the proverbial woodwork. Most did not interest me. I finally found one that interested me, and I married her about two years after moving to Mexico.
Her help with the home construction was immeasurable. She not only speaks Spanish, she’s a civil engineer.
Aside from learning a new language, which is a process without end, I had mostly accomplished my three goals in a bit more than three years. I’m so proud of myself.
I’ve been coasting ever since.