"A Single Gringa in Mexico" was all about Bekka's living in Mexico over 10 years in Ajijic, San Miguel de Allende and moving to Baja California. "Mexico A Sunny Place for Shady Men" is her latest book,about her 3 years living in Baja California: Ensenada, Puerto Nuevo, Rosarito and her move back to San Miguel de Allende. Both books are sold on Amazon as a ebook or paperback.
A Single Gringa in Mexico & Mexico a Sunny Place For Shadey Men.
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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
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
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
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
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 himbut 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.