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This Is How I Do It

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This Is How I Do It

I belong to a few Expat groups on Facebook. One of the most popular topics discussed is how to learn Spanish. Depending on where you live, the resources may vary. While small towns do not have language institutes, it has been my experience that they are beneficial in learning Spanish. They provide opportunities to use your Spanish that the larger cities do not. And even in a larger city the opportunity to practice speaking the language varies.

When my son was a baby, my mother and I took a beginner Spanish course in an adult education program. With no opportunity to use what I had learned it was quickly forgotten. Flash ahead almost thirty years when David and I were in Cuba staying at a resort that offered a variety of activities. We opted for the Spanish course but there really was just some basic vocabulary and a couple of idioms.

When I arrived in Mexico City and had to clear customs a few months later, there was only one expression I remembered and it was of no use once I got to Immigration. “Cerveza fria por favor.” The one English speaking Immigration officer was off sick that day but somehow I made it through and on to my connecting flight to Culiacan.

I was teaching at a private school where the principal didn’t even speak English. The Director of English was fluent in English. The two other Mexican teachers who also taught English in secundaria with me for the most part taught their classes in Spanish rather than in English.

And then I met Juan. He was teaching other subjects but was anxious to improve his English. He was very patient with me as we read children’s books and he taught me basic grammar. I don’t remember how many times we read Chicken Little and The Wax Man but it was dozens. At the time, Juan and his wife had a baby and they were quick to adopt me into their family. That was huge for me. I had left my family behind in Canada and here I was in a foreign country with a completely different culture in addition to a new language to learn. Juan and Lucilla now have five boys who call me abuelita and I call them my nietos.

When I moved to Irapuato the following year, the school where I taught actually attempted to provide us with some help in learning Spanish. The problem was that the teacher spoke Castillian Spanish, not the Spanish that is typically spoken in Mexico. It was also different from the Spanish in Cuba.

Then I moved to Tlaquepaque. Thank you Isaias for making me ask for directions, order food, buy tickets, etc. when we travelled on the weekends. That was such an awesome opportunity for me to actually practice speaking and using the vocabulary I had learned. My grammar was horrible but somehow I made myself understood and usually understood what others said to me.

The years I lived in Mazatlan were very different. That is definitely gringoland. I spent most of my time with gringos and very seldom got to use my Spanish. Quite a few people who worked in the shops and restaurants also spoke English. The church I attended had services in both English and Spanish. I often went to the Spanish service in an attempt to practice speaking.

When I arrived in San Ciro de Acosta, population two hundred, I met exactly three people who spoke English. And in my travels to other small towns in San Luis Potosi and Queretaro, there were few English speakers.

In 2019 I came to Aguascalientes with the idea of spending three weeks checking out museums and art galleries. It’s now 2024 and it’s now become “home” to me. My neighborhood is Las Flores and I’m the sole gringa. Other than my landlord who speaks English, I am completely immersed in Spanish. I do most of my shopping at the corner tienda. I frequent several mom and pop shops in my neighborhood. Walmart and HEB are distant memories although I occasionally venture into the northern part of the city (gringoland) to buy cheddar cheese at Costco. The other night I was on the phone with a friend in Canada at around 8 pm and I remarked to her that it was the first time I’d spoken English all day.

I go online every day and spend time with Duolingo. I also encourage my students to use this program when they are learning English. I also know people learning other languages on Duolingo.

Music is another good option, although I must admit I’m still struggling with Vamos A La Playa. Parts of that song are very fast with a zillion words. I’ve also gone to concerts and other theater performances in Spanish. And yes I even text in Spanish.

I watch TV in Spanish without subtitles. My goal is to watch at least two movies a week. Today I watched The Great Gatsby. Last week I watched The Butler and Forrest Gump. Kids’ TV shows are also a great resource. Others have recommended soap operas. I was never really into those in English so I’ve never gotten into those in Spanish either.

But what has really worked best for me is living in a Mexican neighborhood where I must use my Spanish daily. It’s great to learn online but it’s even better to be able to practice what you learn. While my grammar still needs work, I now have a much better understanding of the challenges that my students face when learning English. But I am nothing if not persistent in my attempt to improve my Spanish.

My Day Friday

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My Day Friday

I was born on a Friday and maybe that’s why Friday has always been my favorite day of the week. Even Friday the 13ths don’t get to me anymore.

But yesterday was not a typical Friday. It was far more exciting than the usual Friday.

Grandson number five was born in Culiacan yesterday! Mateo arrived in the morning and at night he was on his way home with his mom and dad to his four brothers. That is way too fast for me. I recall the one week hospital stays I had back in the 80s when my kids came along. It was nice to be pampered for a few days.

Yesterday Joanne took me to her hairdresser in Bosques. Betty isn’t Lisa and the salon isn’t Shears, but I am happy with what was done. It was three hours well spent and well worth the drive. And Joanne had her hair done too so we had a great visit as well. Bonus: The price was about a third of what it is in the USA too.

As it had finally warmed up yesterday, I was able to go for a longer walk when I got home. Inspiration hit and I got some writing done too, not just editing.

That was my day, Friday.

Here We Go 2024

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Here We Go 2024

Happy New Year! May 2024 be filled with good health, love, peace and joy.

Right now I’m also praying for warmth. The month of December was rainy and cold. Overnight lows in the 30ths and daytime highs that don’t even reach 70 are not my idea of a winter in Mexico. Mexican homes are built to keep the heat out so it’s not surprising that outside it feels warmer than inside. This is my fourth year here in Aguascalientes and I wish I’d brought a ski jacket with me. Last year I never even put on a sweater. This year my hoodie is my best friend.

Do you ever wonder about why you are where you are and why you do what you do? Today is one of those days where I find myself doing just that. When I first came to Mexico back in 2010 it was a one year plan to teach English in Culiacan. But here I am fourteen years later, still in Mexico. Granted I reverted back to a snowbird in 2016 when I discovered Leavenworth, Washington. But I still haven’t found that one place where I want to settle down.

Sometimes I imagine what that one place might look like. I prefer smaller towns to large cities. I’d like to avoid snow but I would like to experience the beauty of all four seasons. I make friends easily everywhere I go and a sense of community is important to me. And if I ever do settle down again I would definitely get a dog.

I would love to perch comfortably on the seat of a bay window when I write. I’m not one for traditional chairs and desks. I find it more inspiring to gaze outside, especially if I can also hear the sound of waves lapping on the shore. Sunshine is also preferred although the patter of rain is also welcome from time to time.

But right now the bay window and the dog are still just a dream. And that’s okay. I will continue to volunteer my time teaching English in Mexico in the winter. And I look forward to going back to Wenatchee in the spring and rejoining the writers’ group and the Tai Chi classes at the Senior Center.

I have no idea what else lies in store for me in 2024 although I do have some tentative plans that include travel to Canada. I have a mission to accomplish but haven’t quite worked out the logistics yet. In the meantime I intend to enjoy the three months I have remaining in Mexico.

I encourage you to continue praying for world peace.

Adios 2023 Bienvenido 2024

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Adios 2023 Bienvenido 2024

This will be my last post for 2023. It seems like just yesterday I was writing my last post for 2022. The older I get the faster the time flies by.

Highlight of the year was spending a magical weekend with my kids and my granddaughter in Brandon when I was in Canada last summer. I hadn’t been together with both of my kids together in eight years, and who knows when we’ll do it again. One of the dangers of my nomadic lifestyle is that I spend the year in two different countries where neither of my kids live.

It’s been a cold December here in Aguascalientes, very different from past years. Last night it went down to 34 Fahrenheit that translates to about 1 Celsius. We’ve also had a lot of rain which is very unusual. And they have the nerve to call it global warming!

Christmas Eve I found myself in church with my friend Gloria and her daughter Romina. Afterwards we had dinner with Gloria’s family. Then on Christmas Day we vegged and watched movies. I also had a video call from my granddaughter Madeline in Canada.

I still haven’t made it to El Centro to see the lights yet. But I plan to do that with a friend on Friday night. But I will have to bundle up. The high will only be 64 tomorrow and once it’s dark out the temperature will plummet. Last year I didn’t even need a sweater at this time of year. Now I layer and wish I’d brought my Columbia ski jacket with me this winter.

I’d like to wish all my readers out there a HAPPY and a HEALTHY 2024. And let’s all pray for WORLD PEACE.

A Facebook Memory

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A Facebook Memory

I always glance at my Facebook memories every day. I find it interesting to see where I’ve traveled as well as the people I’ve met along the way. The memory that surfaced today is a bittersweet one. I had moved back to Winnipeg and both my kids were living there. I made an early Christmas dinner in 2009 as a friend and I were spending Christmas in Cuba that year.

I made a turkey and all my kids’ favorite dishes and desserts. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that would be the last time we’d be together for a Christmas dinner. But it was. The following year I moved to Mexico and I haven’t been back to Winnipeg since during the winter. While my son is still in Winnipeg, my daughter lives in Kelowna. And here I am in Mexico again for another Christmas.

I actually did spend Christmas in Wenatchee in 2020. I got an extended stay in the USA that year because of Covid. Otherwise I’ve been in Mexico for Christmas since 2010. And I’ve celebrated Christmas in a number of different places including Culiacan, Guadalajara, Mazatlan, Tototlan, Lake Chapala, San Ciro de Acosta and Aguascalientes. And I wonder where I’ll be next year.

Maybe when I go back to Canada in the summer I should have a Christmas dinner with my kids one year. That will take some planning seeing as my kids don’t live anywhere near each other. But it’s a thought.

Thanks for the memories, Facebook!

Pinatas 101

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Pinatas 101

When I lived in Canada, one year my son asked for a pinata at his birthday party. Back then, the only way to make one was to blow up a balloon, slather it in yucky strips of paste, let it dry, pop the balloon to fill it with candy, and then decorate it. It wasn’t until I came to Mexico that I discovered the actual history of the pinata.

There are really two sources of information here. The Spanish missionaries who arrived in Mexico got the idea from the Italians who got it from the Chinese, namely Marco Polo. He spoke of the colorful decorations shaped like animals that he saw in China. The Nahuatl tribe in Mexico decorated pots to celebrate the god of war. When these pots were broken, treasure fell to the feet of the god.

The Spanish missionaries combined the two ideas when teaching catechism. They added seven points to the pots to form a star that represented the Satan. The points represented the deadly sins of pride, avarice, lust, anger, gluttony, envy and sloth. The blindfold represents our faith in Christ and hitting the pinata with a stick represents how good can conquer evil. When the pinata breaks, instead of gifts for a pagan god, the treasure is shared among the faithful. The treasure, in the form of candy represents the temptation to seek worldly pleasures.

Pinatas aren’t only for kids. I admit I have swung at a few here in Mexico. But I enjoy watching the kids scramble for candy when the pinatas break. It’s a great tradition.

Revolution Day

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Revolution Day

I doubt that I’ll be alive thirty years from now but it sure would be interesting to read all the history books at that time. I always found American history far more interesting than Canadian history. And now that I spend so much time here in Mexico, I have become more familiar with this country’s history.

November 20th is an official government holiday and is known as Dia de la Revolucion or Revolution Day. It commemorates the beginning of the Mexican Revolution back in 1910.

Diaz was an army general who served as president from 1876-1911. That’s a thirty-five year term. It’s not surprising that Mexicans felt that they needed a change. Madero, a wealthy landowner, ran against Diaz in the 1910 presidential election. However Diaz jailed Madero.

Madero escaped from jail and on October 6, 1910 he issued the Plan of San Luis Potosi, declaring the results of the 1910 election fraudulent and nullified them. He declared himself the provisional president and encouraged Mexicans to rise up against Diaz on November 20, 1910.

One of the results from the Mexican Revolution was that many Mexicans came up north to live in the United States as legal immigrants. Over one million Mexicans, some undocumented, made their way across the border. It wasn’t until four years later that a border patrol was created.

In 1917, a new constitution put limits on the number of terms politicians could serve. It also introduced new labor laws that included abolishing child labor.

Yes, Mexico has its own colorful history.

Birria

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Birria

Birria has its roots in Jalisco and I was first introduced to it at a street market in Miravalle when I lived in Tlaquepaque years ago. Of course I had no idea that it was goat and by the time I found it what it was I was already hooked.

Birria is a stewed meat dish with a variety of seasonings including chili peppers. In some places lamb or beef is used rather than goat. In Wenatchee I found a place that had birria on the menu but it was beef. Staff there told me that goat wouldn’t readily be accepted by Washingtonians. I opted to wait until I got back to Mexico to find the real thing.

Two doors down from where I live in Aguascalientes, there is a small restaurant that specializes in birria. Today I picked up two tacos for lunch and they were awesome. I passed on the spicy pepper on the side, but did pour on the sauce and the onions along with a squirt of lime on top.

On the plus side goat meat is a healthier option than red meat. But not on the plus side is the amount of saturated fat in the sauce that accompanies the tacos. Everything in moderation is my belief.

Although birria is commonly served on festive occasions, there are an abundance of restaurants in Mexico where you can find birria on their daily menus. And of course there are always the restaurants that specialize and serve birria such as the one on the corner of my street.

Back in AGS 2023

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Back in AGS 2023

A government shutdown was avoided so the air traffic controllers stayed on the job and I arrived as scheduled on Monday in Puerto Vallarta. I dodged Hurricane Lidia by a day and arrived in Aguascalientes by bus at 4 am on Tuesday. Raul, my landlord extraordinaire, picked me up and brought me home where I slept a good part of the day.

With all the craziness going on in the world today, it was comforting to come home to my familiar barrio of Las Flores. I’ve spent the last few days wandering around and renewing acquaintances. My neighbors are the same as last year and my Spanish got a workout. None of them speak English. Everyone remembers me and are very welcoming. I think I bought more stuff at my corner tienda than all the rest of his regular customers combined. I picked up food at a cocina and the lady was quite interested in hearing about my time up north. The lady at the candy store welcomed me back. Yes I’m still addicted to chocolate. I was at a gift shop today picking up a few things. I’m invited to a 5-year-old’s birthday party tomorrow. The lady at the gift shop asked me how my friends in Washington liked the things I’d bought for them when I left in March. And of course my friend Chui still has his potato chip operation only two doors down from where I live.

But yesterday was Friday the 13th and I’m glad that’s over with. I woke up to no internet. Thankfully it reappeared later in the day. But the real fiasco was at Telcel where my chip didn’t work in my new phone. AT&T insists the phone is unlocked and Telcel says it isn’t. So for the time being I’m carrying around two phones until I get it sorted out. A big thank you to Raul for coming with me and translating. The people at Telcel were having problems understanding him and he’s even Mexican. Raul has the patience of a saint as he kept changing the chips from phone to phone. So it appears that I am now using my old phone for Telcel and my new phone for everything else at the moment.

I’m going to end this post on a more somber note. Thank you to everyone who has been praying for my family and friends in Israel. Your texts are comforting and greatly appreciated. Here in Mexico planes are being sent to evacuate over 700 Mexicans from Israel. There is no escaping this horrible war. It has affected everyone everywhere. Unfortunately there is no end in sight and all we can do now is continue to pray.

Countdown

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Countdown

Less than three weeks and I’ll be back in Mexico. I finally booked flights the other day. While I prefer to fly inland to Guadalajara, the direct flight to Puerto Vallarta from Sea-Tac caught my eye. A bonus is that I can fly out of Pangborn here in Wenatchee so I can avoid TSA at Sea-Tac. Now we just hope there is no hurricane barreling up the coast.

This morning was my last writers’ group meeting until April. I’m really going to miss this group while I’m gone. I know. I’ve said that before. But everyone is such a great source of encouragement and inspiration. Two of our members are currently on the verge of publishing books. New people are coming to our meetings and our membership is growing. And we all write in such a variety of genres too. Today’s pieces ranged from science to memoirs and everything in between.

I spent the weekend with friends in Leavenworth. On the agenda was binge-watching Virgin River. This season isn’t quite as riveting but it is addictive nonetheless. Now I need to finish off the second season of Lincoln Lawyer and I’ll be ready to head south. In Mexico I tend to watch very little TV. When I do watch, it’s primarily in Spanish. Many of the programs and movies I watch are geared towards kids. I’ve never been able to get into the soaps that people recommend for practicing vocabulary and grammar. Of course I’ve never really gotten into soaps at all up here. The only exception is Guiding Light. I got hooked on that when I was pregnant and on bedrest and watched it until the show was cancelled back in 2009.

Today is a rather dreary rainy day and I think fall is here. The timing is actually perfect because I need to sort through clothes and decide what to take to Mexico. So I’ve gingerly moved my fall clothes to the front of my wardrobe along with some warmer hoodies. It will be hotter flying into Puerto Vallarta than into Guadalajara so I’ll have to figure that one out. Footwear will be easy. I’ll have to choose between pairs of New Balance. I think back to the days when I had a walk-in closet with shelves full of shoes. Now it’s just tennis shoes and sandals.

I registered for an online writers’ workshop out of New York. It happens next week and I remembered to put a reminder on my calendar for it. The topic is about writing powerful emotions. Now I just keep my fingers crossed that a conflict with the time won’t arise. New York is three hours ahead of Washington. I am sent a copy of the recording if I do miss it but doing it live is always better.

The Autumn Leaf Festival happens this weekend in Leavenworth. I’m debating going to the parade on Saturday but that will depend on the weather. I’m not quite sure how she does it, but Alexa seems to forecast better than the local weather apps. I’ll have to check with her later.

Happy Humpday!