The American Tourist vs The Mexican Fisherman

I found this story on Senor Senior Citizen the other day. Great new blog about a retired couple living on Social Security on Isla Mujeres! Talk about living the dream, right? I love the name, too 🙂

Here goes:

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

“Not very long,” answered the Mexican.

“But then, why didnt you stay out longer and catch more?” asked the American.

The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

The American asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?”

“I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life.”

The American interrupted, “I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat.”

“And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers. Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to Mexico City, Los Angeles, or even New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise.”

“How long would that take?” asked the Mexican.

“Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years,” replied the American.

“And after that?”

“Afterwards? Well my friend, thats when it gets really interesting,” answered the American, laughing. “When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!”

“Millions? Really? And after that?” asked the Mexican.

“After that youll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends.”

And the moral of this story is: ……… Know where youre going in life… you may already be there.

Author Unknown

Jorge's cousins' grandfather, Don Nacho, asleep after a late lunch in the fishing village of Chabihau

Here’s my question for my readers:

What do you want to do when you retire?

Cafe Marakame

First of all, thanks to everyone for their awesome comments on my last 2 posts!!

It was AWESOME reading about everyone’s dream home. How cool is it that everyone’s idea of a dream home is SO different?? Not a single one of them was like the rest.

And it’s always nice to know that everyone hates Bob as much as I do. 🙂

Last night, I got together with Lauren from On Mexican Time for some drinks. We may or may not have gone through 2 *small* jarras de sangria.

We went to one of my fave places, Cafe Marakame. Whenever I go here, I feel like I’ve stepped onto the Quinta Avenida in Playa del Carmen. It’s like a fairyland in the middle of the city! They have an outdoor terrace, an indoor area with AC, and an upstairs balcony area.

The drinks are great, the food is ok, and the ambiance is unbeatable.

My Life According to "Bob"

About 2 months ago, I started getting some nasty comments on my blog. Since comments from new posters must be pre-approved by me before they appear, you guys never would have seen them.

The same person would leave a comment 2 times  a week or so. Their name and e-mail would change, but the IP address was always the same.

I was clueless as to why I specifically was targeted, until a few weeks ago some expat bloggers started talking. Turns out, this same person has been leaving mean, racist, and offensive comments on pretty much every Mexican expat blog I know. So it’s not just me.

On most other blogs, he posted under the name “Bob”.

Why do people take time out of their day to do this? Seriously. This guy would actually write some pretty detailed comments about my posts, so obviously he cares enough to read them.

Here are some of my favorites from “Bob”:

  • I’m a fathead (If you don’t like what I write about myself, stop reading my blog, Bob. It’s not a difficult concept.)
  • My wedding was a tacky circus
  • My husband is a green card chaser
  • I’m stupid because my e-mail address showed up in a picture I posted (Guess what? My e-mail address is on my “About Me” page anyway. Why don’t you send me an e-mail, Bob?)
  • Airlines need to charge me for 2 seats because I’m such a fatty
  • I look like my face was smashed into a wall (Thanks, last time I heard that comment was from a 4th grader)
  • My house looks like a cement barrack

So anyway, Bob, since you love to comment about me, here are my comments about you:

  • You like to pretend you’re more racist than you actually are because you think it makes you sound cool.
  • You tell jokes that don’t make sense.
  • You’re a sadomasochist.
  • You have no life.
  • If I’m stupid for showing my e-mail, then you’re even more stupid than I am. I found out where you live (including your exact address), and have already told most of my blogging friends. Seriously, if you’re going to harrass people, at least be smart enough to hide your IP address.

Have a nice day, “Bob” from Longview, Texas. 🙂

What's Your Dream Home?

My parents have gotten me hooked on a show called House Hunters International (watch it on HGTV in the States).

AMAZING.

First of all, I love any show about home remodeling, redecorating or buying… but this show was about expats buying houses in foreign countries! Love, love, love! They have episodes with all sorts of budgets, in countries all over the world. Sometimes they’ll buy new condos, and other times they’ll buy old ruins on a cliff in Italy. Why not?

With our new dish system, we can watch 2 episodes of House Hunters International every evening starting at 7 pm!

Thanks to my parents and House Hunters International, I’ve now began to toy with the idea of buying an old colonial home in Merida. Not now, but someday when we have money. Why not, right?

Here are my two current dream homes:

Click on the photo for more pictures!

Click on the photo for more pictures!

Here’s what I want you to do, readers:

Comment on this post and link to a picture(s) of your dream home! Anywhere in the world. I’d looooove to see it.

If you have your own blog, feel free to do a post on it!

This post will be up all weekend. Can’t wait to see what ya’ll come up with!

Eat Pray Love… Your Thoughts?

So apparently Eat Pray Love is all the rage now. I haven’t read the book, nor have I seen the movie, so perhaps this is a bit premature.

I have, however, read a few online reviews. Apparently, some people think the main character is a hero. Others think she’s a selfish beeyotch. Here’s what I got out of it:

Apparently the movie is about a woman who decides to travel to foreign countries after her divorce. Along the way, she helps out people in need and finds herself  during her travels. Then she ends up with a hot guy at the end. Doesn’t this sound familiar to anyone?

As a woman who has moved to a foreign country and made it on her own, I certainly understand the appeal. I think everyone should experience other cultures, and God knows I LOVE Under the Tuscan Sun.

Here’s my question, though…

Is our society spreading the message that in order to find happiness you have to be single/divorced?

I’d love to hear your thoughts, and I’d love it even more if you proved me wrong. 🙂

Either way, I’m curious and kinda excited to see it!

Just Thursday

It’s that time again! Just Thursday over at Murdock’s Mama!
 
Outside my window.. Sunny with some fluffy white clouds. Hotel Zone is glistening, and there are hawks flying over the mangrove jungle.

The time is.. 11:37 am

Today I feel.. happy with life!

I am thinking.. I should really get some actual work done. Blogging is addictive! Let’s just say the blogging business is a part of my 5-year plan, shall we?
At the moment, I am thankful.. for my husband, who got up early this morning to help me with the dogs.
 
I am going.. shopping today for more work pants/skirts. The zipper on my one and only skirt broke this week!
I am wearing.. a work skirt I borrowed from human resources, and my polyester uniform shirt. Grrrr.
I wish.. I had money to go somewhere cool this weekend. Maybe I’ll convince Jorge about the beach?? That’s almost free! I also wish I didn’t have to wear a gross uniform to work.
I am reading.. nothing right now… except blogs, TMZ and hotel descriptions. 
 
I am working on.. figuring out Twitter.
I am hoping.. that Jorge will let me watch my home improvement/design shows on TV tonight! The only one he likes is Clean House. (I did get to watch an hour of House Hunters International last night while he was out! Hurray!) Thursdays are “house night” on Discovery Home and Health!!
I am hearing.. the clicking of keyboards in the office.
 
I bet you didn’t know.. that Jorge is looking for a parttime job, which is almost impossible to find in Cancun.
One of my favorite.. new restaurants is a little burrito place we found last week! Going back for lunch today with my coworkers. SO. EXCITED.
My weekend plans include.. Jorge’s cousin’s daugher’s baptism party on Saturday at a ranch!!! Hopefully the beach on Sunday *fingers crossed*!

Yucatan Seafood: Ceviche de Chivitas

When we visit Jorge’s family in the fishing village of Chabihau in the Mexican state of Yucatan, we mostly eat at his aunt’s house by the lagoon. “Tia Lili” has her own mini-restaurant, specializing in freshly caught seafood.

My personal favorite thing that Tia Lili makes is fried fish, but second on my list is ceviche de chivitas.

I’ve been trying to find information online about chivitas so that I could out how to translate it to English for you. I had to do some very creative Googling, only to find 3 webpages with tiny tidbits of info on this type of seafood. Here’s what I found out:

-The best way to describe chivitas in English would be as small river snails.

-I can’t confirm this 100%, but they seem to only live in rivers/lagoons on the Yucatan Peninsula.

Chivitas translates literally into “little goats”. Why? Wish I could tell ya.

Anyway, the same evening that we went searching for flamingos, 2 of Jorge’s uncles took a rowboat out onto the lagoon to catch chivitas. They came back with HUNDREDS. That same night, Jorge’s uncle steamed them on his large outdoor stove.

The next day, I wake up, walk to Tia Lili’s house, and see my in-laws and Jorge’s uncles extracting the chivitas from their shells.

They use long, thick needles to get them out. Once they’ve been steamed properly, they seem to come out pretty easily.

*This might look kinda gross, but I swear it’s soooo good!*

On the left side of the board are the beautiful shells. On the right side are the chivitas.

a closer look

Konan maxin' and relaxin' under the table

They filled up an entire bucket with shells. I asked to keep them for decorating the house later (after a thorough bleach cleaning, of course)

Final product: Ceviche de chivitas with tostadas... great appetizer! and what Mexican meal would be complete without a glass of Coca Cola?

Chabihau Beach at Sunset

*A few of my commenters mentioned yesterday that they’d never heard of Chabihau. It’s not really a spot for international tourists. However, many people who live in Merida own vacation houses there. So, if you’ve never lived near Merida, you’ve probably never heard of it! 🙂 Population is just under 400 people. My mother-in-law grew up there.*

Right after we went searching for flamingos in Chabihau, Jorge and I drove down the coast a little bit with his parents and his two little cousins, Naivi and Naomi.

We stopped by a pretty beach that was covered in tiny shells. Right across the road was the lagoon.

Ocean on left, freshwater lagoon on right

Same lagoon I showed you yesterday, a few miles further east

Jorge's dad looking for shells

What’s your favorite trip you’ve made to the beach?