Innocents in Mexico, Chapter 11


Innocents in Mexico


Chapter 11

            That night, we moved in.  At $600 a month, it was twice the price of the other apartment we liked, but it was worth it.  The rent included the three times weekly services of Theresa, who lived only two doors away.  She was gentle and Susan said she was shy, but we did not find her to be so.  Did she speak English?  No.  Good.  We needed to be encouraged to learn Spanish more quickly. 

            When we arrived at “our” house, Stucco Steve Kelsoe, the friend who had been housesitting the house, was still there.  He understood we were coming tomorrow, he told Susan, but she assured him she told him today.  She left and we talked to Steve about the house, which he designed and built for Jim, the owner, who was  visiting  Disneyland with his girlfriend.  We raved about the house and he told us more about it over a Corona.  How he reduced costs by building the sides of the house right at the property line, so the exterior walls were also the back and part of the side compound walls.  (We later grew to regret this fact.)  He had also done the planting.  He pointed out the ruins we had passed as we entered the lot and that they had preserved, he told us.  A few hours later, he ran up to check his e-mail and to send a letter, then switched off the computer.  The phone rang immediately.  It was our credit card phone provider, who had been trying to call for two hours, but the phone was busy thanks to Stucco Steve.  Robert, our agent, explained to me the intricacies of how to make phone calls so they appeared on our credit card and not Jim’s phone bill.

            Eventually, he left, and we went out to sit on our patio.  The garden was beautiful––the plants exactly the ones I would have chosen.  Bearcat moved easily and inquisitively around the courtyard, padded upstairs one stairway, around the U of the loft and back down the other stairway.  We could hear the click of his claws on the polished wood of the stairway.  He was completely peaceful for the first  time since leaving home two weeks earlier.  He knew we were home for awhile. 

            “Are you pleased with the house?”  I asked Bob as we rocked in the twin wooden rocking chairs which were the sole furniture in the sala (other than two twin beds covered with Guatemalan throws and pillows which served as twin sofas against the walls)

            “I’m pleased with everything.”  He answered. 

            Earlier, we had gone to Gigante and purchased basic necessities.  When I awakened  from a deep sleep after a late afternoon nap, the air was still hot, but the fans blew cool air down onto the bed.  Bob was below, still in the rocking chair. 

            “We missed the sunset,” I said.  “Have you eaten?”

            He had had a peanut butter sandwich.  I had an avocado and onion and cheese sandwich made on wonderful  Mexican bread.  Then I had another.  We sat up late, just  looking out at the courtyard.  Bob read the English phonebook and the San Miguel guide while I read  a book from the large box of books I’d brought along.  When we turned off the lights to go upstairs to bed, moonlight streamed down from glass bricks in the ceiling.  As we fell asleep, the dog who lived on the roof next to us joined a choir of roof dogs.  Bearcat stirred by our feet, but did not run under the bed.  We all felt contented here, relaxed and safe.

(Look at previous days’ blogs for Chapters 1-10. Come back tomorrow for Chapter 12!!!)

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15 thoughts on “Innocents in Mexico, Chapter 11


    I noticed, especially your mention of the “roof dogs” Mostly in Bolivia the “roof dogs”, as many of the roofs are rather flat, otherwise they are kept behind tall solid garden walls, as you also must have, do bark a lot, but mostly at the aroma (or smell) of a stranger, even before the sound of your walking could be heard. The presence of a nearby neighbor brought no response, but an outsider, such as I was, made them go crazy with the message, (or bark) being passed down several houses away. I still wonder what caution this brought on in the neighborhood.

    This same affiliation existed in North Africa, so it must be an international K-9 association of “watch dogs”. Isn’t this the problem that you had with Coco when she first arrived~?

    I do appreciate that my Tami only barks when they drive up, or approach the house, my being deaf this is a God’s send. I do have one serious problem with her and delivery men though. She scoots out her three doggy doors and is at the truck before the driver can even get out.. Her eagerness is not aggressive at all as she is not barking, but rather her extreme love of people, but a lot of the drivers have been bitten by small dogs and she really scares the devil out of them~! She is so fast that I am to slow to stop her, but though I do fuss at her, trying to get her to know the mail lady and Amazon man, I have not attempted to train her to stop, in a way it is a good thing going bad, or VICE versa~! (HA, I LIKE THAT PLAY ON WORDS). SAM


    1. lifelessons Post author

      My dogs are my most consistent doorbell as well, but I have two gates between them and the front door so they can bark at but not get to anyone who enters from the door to the street.


      1. Sam

        Yes we (necessarily) had that same protection in Algeria, but Tami has the run of the place, which is an advantage~! We kept a friends dog when they returned to the states on vacation, who could somehow climb a small tree to get on top of the wall where the tree limbs kept the glass chards down~! (TRUE), that dog could climb a tree and stand on top of broken glass to do his aggression~!) Sure happy when they got back and claimed him, he was a difficult one to manage~!


        1. lifelessons Post author

          Coco can climb anything..She now jumps up on top of the wall, down onto the roof of the tool shed in the lot below me, and down from the roof into the lot next door. I cannot keep her in. Had fences build between my lower yard and the terrace. She jumps over them, or along a three inch ledge for six feet or so to slip in between uprights on the balcony railing. She is a circus dog.


          1. Sam

            Ha~! my Tami is a jumper, but sometimes misses the seat in the car. If I have my laptop on my lap she jumps two side tables down, walks across them and wiggles between me and the chair arm, otherwise she would be snuggled between my knees or walking all the way up me to put her nose in my face. I was tempted to send you a photo of my arm with terrible places where she must rest her feet to look out the drivers window~! They look terrible due to the blood thinner meds I take. I did catch her on the counter top in the kitchen where i had left chicken bones, which are verboten. Do not know how she did it at only about ten inches tall and 10 pounds, without hair.

            OK, I threatened if you posted another of those photos that make me feel sad for you~! So I am sending one I took a minute back. It looks much worse than it really is. Tami takes the notion to walk across me, to the drivers window and put her paws on my driving arm to look out~! This is what happens. each “splotch” is a paw print, and the dark spot is where i tried to get her off and she scratched me with her sharp claws. Funny thing is that the doctor yesterday did not even ask about this, so I told him. He laughed and said: “yes all of you people who take blood thinners look like this~!”




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