Thursday, May 8, 2014

When Given an Avocado, Make Gucamole





A Single Gringa in Mexico & Mexico a Sunny Place For Shadey Men.

One of my Vampire's in my life claimed that he owned the photographs I used on my covers of my two books so they were removed from Amazon while they investigated his absurd claim. He was proven wrong by the properties of the photographs. However,  I made a new cover and combined the two books as one. Something I wanted to do anyway. If you are given a lemon make lemonade.

The new title is, "When Given an Avocado Make Guacamole," with both books within, with the same titles. The book is finished and up as a Kindle & a paperback. You can order the Kindle version via this link to read on your Kindle, laptop or Iphone.

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Every month I change out a chapter to read on this blog page.

Many thanks go to:

My best friends and, family in Mexico and, the United States who have shared these experiences with me, you are too many to list.

My proof reader; Freddy Lewis and his wife Linda in Houston who have been supportive and helpful with my writing.

My editor; Rebecca Frey..

My publisher; and a writer of 2 books, Demetrio Aldana.
http://www.amazon.com/Bullet-Vampire-Thousand-Bullets-Book-ebook/dp/B00C03PHH6/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1407956223&sr=1-1&keywords=d+aldana

http://www.amazon.com/Death-Rides-Bullet-Thousand-Bullets-ebook/dp/B00EUJKTOE/ref=sr_1_3?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1407956223&sr=1-3&keywords=d+aldana

My book cover designer, Laura Gordon.

About the Author:

Rebecca Harranad Fass is a U.S. Army Veteran. She’s traveled the world to over 70 countries, has worked in India with Mother Teresa, and is a former Board Member of the Jane Goodall Institute.

She is owner of Bekka Designs, you can see her designs on Facebook:
www/facebook.com/Bekkadesigns.

She is the writer of a blog, A Single Gringa in Mexico on blogger at:

She wrote and published “A Single Gringa in Mexico” which you can buy on Amazon as a ebook or a paperback:

What more is there to say about this writer? Except that she is an open book as you will see while reading her story.
















Chapter 15, Then I Bean To Travel In Search of a New Home

Chapter 15

Then I Began To Travel In Search Of A New Home.

After getting my house in order, I listed with a real estate agent and I then began to think seriously about where I would move to if it did sell. I thought about staying here in San Miguel de Allende and buying a smaller house or moving back to the Baja or to Ajijic where I had lived first, all these places are in Mexico. Or I could move back to the U.S. to South Carolina where my family lived. Or, as I always had in my mind, somewhere in Texas. I therefore made plans to visit all the places under consideration.

I made two trips to Ajijic, The first time I went with my friend San Diego, my Mini-me, and the second time alone. Both times I stayed with my friend Chicago. The first trip was great, I was, being a tourist guide to Mini-me. I was exploring Ajijic all over again through her eyes.  We even went to Guadalajara for injections in our lips. The weather was perfect and we walked all over Ajijic and Chapala. We also went dancing every night. She met all my friends and it was wonderful for me to catch up with them and their lives.

My second trip was hot and I did very little except sit around in gardens talking with my girlfriends and having wine and whine evenings eating olives, hummus, cheese and crackers. They told me about the changes in Ajijic; that I had not noticed when I was having so much fun with Mini-me.  To me, Ajijic seemed so different since Laurie had died. One evening we even talked about how I had made pseudo names for all my girlfriends when I wrote but had never done so for her. It was so hot that we went out only one evening to dance and we just sat there trying not to move to cause us to sweat. We went for one long walk on the new pier in Ajijic and came back looking like we had been in a wet t-shirt contest. I met a really interesting man who asked me out but I was so exhausted and hot from the heat that I said “no.”  I could not even imagine staying cool and looking nice or even being interesting to him.

My girlfriends in Ajijic like to visit me in San Miguel de Allende and told me that they only go out when I am in Ajijic. They were happy with my decision to just stay in and chat with them in their gardens. During our discussions it became apparent that they loved the life-style of San Miguel de Allende over the one in Ajijic and wished they could move.  They also told me about the increased crime in Ajijic which I knew about since several of my friends from Ajijic had moved to San Miguel de Allende around the same time I returned and had told me about it.

I made two trips to South Carolina to visit my family who live in Chapin on Lake Murray. My parents had given me an acre of land near them which I could build on. I thought it would be great to be there for my ageing parents and also for my granddaughter who was in High School and seemed to require some adult supervision. I thought if I built next to my parents then I could help them and my granddaughter could live with me.

The weather is never good in South Carolina except in the Spring or Fall, hot and humid in the summer and cold in the winter.  My father took me out and discussed the costs of living in South Carolina and told me that neither he nor my mother, were in need of my help yet. He told me the land would always be there for me and he felt I had a much better life-style living in San Miguel de Allende with all my wonderful friends.

Flying to South Carolina via Dallas there was an ice storm that grounded me for three nights at an airport hotel. Lucky me! It was a Moslem hotel and they did not serve any liquor except beer or wine coolers. I could see a 7 11 across the parking lot and a 4-lane highway. I was wearing only a t-strap t-shirt and sandals, no sweater or coat. I saw the thick layer of ice on the parking lot and decided that I was not enough of an alcoholic to walk across over the highway to the 7 11 to buy liquor. It seemed like I was in rehab. I had three friends who lived in the Fort Worth, Dallas area and each of them noticed I was posting on Facebook from an airport hotel and offered to come get me and take me to their homes to stay. I thanked them all for their kindness, but refused to put their lives in danger by driving through an ice storm to pick me up.

My next trip was to Port A, Texas as my little Mermaid from San Miguel de Allende had moved there recently and she had asked me to visit her and to consider moving there and joining her. I had been all over Texas: San Antonio, Houston, Dallas, Fort Worth and Austin over the years and each of those places were now too expensive for me to live. Mermaid convinced me that Port A was like living in Key West 20 years ago and the cost of living was far less than other places in Texas. She had bought a sail boat and paid the same fee to dock it per month as a “live aboard” as I did for my houseboat in Key West years earlier. Living on a boat again appealed to me.

She had asked me to stay on her sail boat with her and the week before I went she called me and asked me if I would mind sharing a hotel room because she was tired of camping. I totally understood that, a sail boat can be too narrow and cramped.  So we stayed in a cute little two bedroom suite in a funky motel. It was great as we could walk everywhere from the motel. I loved the clubs, bars, restaurants, shopping, music, and the beach was flat and easy to walk on. Port A was as small as Key West so that I could walk around the entire town in one morning while she slept, and then we would meet for lunch somewhere and continue on to Happy Hour, dinner, dancing and return home late.

The weather was great and I asked her if there were frequent hurricanes, and if so, had Port A ever been destroyed (Part of Padre Island). She said no never. However, on one of my morning walks I went into the Port A Museum and there was a hurricane room listing every recorded hurricane, it’s strength, and level of destruction and, with vivid photographs.  Port A had been completely destroyed many times. I am afraid of hurricanes and this put doubt in my mind about living there. When I lived in Key West there was once a hurricane hitting Cuba and, I immediately jumped in my car and headed to Orlando.

My first night in Port A we went to the bonfire on the beach that locals have for every full moon.  I was asked out by three different men. I liked one of them better than the others, so I agreed to meet him later that night at a club to dance. We went out each night after that. It is always easy to meet men in Texas and they are all gentlemen and pay for you and your girlfriends.

Mermaid planned a sailing day while I was there. Mermaid does not sail, never has, and has not taken lessons. When she told me she had bought the boat I asked her many questions: do you know how to work the head, the refrigerator, sail, hook up the connections to the dock, how wide the is boat, how long is it and how deep is the draft? She answered “no” to each and every question. We found a group of men to sail the boat for us and I made a lunch for everyone. Immediately as we left the dock one of the men said to me, “You know that man you are going out with is married?” I was totally shocked in a little town you could walk around in ½ day how could a man get away with being married and go out with a tourist. I texted him and told him that I would not go out with him that night or ever again and that he should never contact me again as I just found out that he was married.  It was a great day sailing and they even let me steer the boat home, but I refused to dock it. They let one other woman steer it while I was putting the lunch out and she tipped it so badly that the entire lunch ended up on the floor and all of Mermaids drawers opened up and her clothes flew out of the draws all over the boat. Our lunch ended up being wine, champagne, beer and bloody mary’s. Hurricanes, married men who are liars, there were now two strikes against moving to Port A.

Finally I went back to the Baja. I made an appointment to go to the V.A. in La Jolla to see my Physician, have a history and physical and renew my medications. I had a shopping list of things to buy that you cannot get in Central Mexico and had hoped to check out properties in my price range in the areas I would consider living. I had lived in Ensenada, Puerto Nuevo and Rosarito and thought I would prefer to be closer to San Diego, somewhere north of Rosarito and between Playas de Tijuana. I was staying with my friend Harley who was a real estate agent and planned that she would show me different areas. I had also investigated bringing a house boat down and docking at one of the Marinas, so I wanted to assess that possibility as well during this trip.
I had originally planned on staying with Milagro in Rosarito but Harley asked me to please stay with her. I told her that Milagro lived in an area that would be easier for me to get around without a car, but she said she was planning on taking the entire week off and driving me where-ever I wanted to go. Unfortunately she had a robbery in her condo right before I got there. She was afraid to leave her condo for very long, and added many things to her schedule that she had to do for the police report and to make her condo more secure. Also, she did not take off from work and had clients she needed to be with.

She took me to the V.A. in La Jolla and as luck would have it their entire computer system was down so I could not have my blood taken as they could not access my records. My physician did see me and wrote everything down by hand to put into my records once the system was up again. Then as the system came back on Harley was ready to leave as she had to go to Home Depot for new security items for her doors and windows. Also it had begun to rain really hard and getting back across the border on a Friday into Mexico would be awful with traffic. So I missed having my blood drawn.

Star planned a ladies lunch for me at Susanna’s which was the highlight of my trip. All my favorite friends were there and of course La Guera made us all a wonderful lunch as she also had for my going away party the day before I left the Baja to drive home to San Miguel de Allende.

Since Harley was working all day I went each morning for a three hour walk either south or north of her condo to have lunch and use my laptop.  Her condo was isolated and on the free road from Tijuana to Ensenada. On my second day walking south to Puerto Nuevo I was on a deserted stretch of the highway that had no houses or business’s  I heard a screech of brakes and honking and suddenly “Selfish” was there parking ahead of me and he jumped out of his truck and grabbed me. I was scared to death as no one would have heard me scream and he could have thrown me in front of a truck if I said what I really wanted to say.  Yet all I really wanted to do was jump into his truck and have crazy sex with him but instead I was polite and distant and did not let him know my real feelings. The chemistry was still there, the love was gone and my anger as well. He kept hugging me and trying to kiss me and told me how much he still loved me. He asked me to have lunch with him and I said, “Are you paying?” He asked me to go hear him play music that night at Charly’s Place and that he really wanted to see me and I knew where to find him. As he let me go I told him that it was not in my game plan to be murdered by his jealous Mexican girlfriend. He told me that, regarding him, I had nothing to fear from any woman and that she was not his girlfriend. I replied that maybe he should tell her that as she surely thought she was, and I also did not want to be murdered by my girlfriends for being stupid enough to go back to him.. He told me in that brief time how much he still loved me, how beautiful I was, how thin I was, how he missed me. He did not say I am sorry for pushing you so hard you broke your foot off nor did he comment on how well I was walking without a limp.

Everyone has said to me that I should seek revenge on him for what he had done to me. But I never wanted to waste the energy or thought process planning it. Seeing him again made me realize that he was his own worst enemy and there was no need for me or anyone to seek revenge. Nothing good will ever become of his life and I am lucky to have moved on. Besides isn’t the pen mightier than the sword?

I had planned my schedule to avoid seeing him while I was there, yet so soon after arriving and on a deserted highway, I ran into him. At that point I did not really care that Harley was reluctant to leave the condo because I didn’t want to go out either. I also realized that the Baja was too small for me to move back to as long as he was still there. Since Harley had not had the time to show me options for moving back. I felt it was fated that I would not do so.

Between my second trip to Ajijic and my second trip to Chapin, South Carolina, I told my real estate agent that I had exhausted my places to move to and was probably going to take my house off the market. When I returned from Ajijic I would let him know. He called me the day before I left and asked if he could show the house the day after I returned. I again reminded him of my previous conversation and to send me an email with the time as I was not home to write it down.  The morning after I returned I was on the roof doing things in the studio when the doorbell rang. I looked over the roof and there he was with a client. I told him that he had not confirmed the appointment by email, so I was not expecting him, but that I would be down in a minute after making the bed and locking my Chihuahua’s up. He argued with me that he did make an appointment and I replied that I was not going to argue with him and would be right down.  When I got to the front door not even five minutes later he was not there. I figured he had gone to see another house first and went back to what I was doing. He later sent me an email telling me he was going to bring back my keys as he had never been treated so badly in front of a client. I emailed him back saying “Thank you for making this easy for me.” Again it seemed like fate.