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In the four plus years that we have been Permanent Residents of Mexico, many a curious observer (genuine, respectful ones and a fair share of critics) have asked us if our children aren’t missing out on the “American Dream”. Some of the more brazen ones have suggested that we are “sellouts” or that we have somehow renounced our allegiance to our country of birth. Nothing could be further from the truth.  

I am curious to examine what this culturally indoctrinated notion of the “American Dream” is.

Is it a home by the sea with a white picket fence, children who are raised by nannies, parents who are strangers to each other and slaves to their work? Is it the sitting in rush hour traffic for hours on end, shopping at big box corporate-owned chain stores, spending the majority of your paycheck on over-inflated mortgages, commuting costs and medical care—trying to navigate a broken healthcare system that is pharmaceutical happy and bottom-line driven?

Is it about being on autopilot, of being disconnected rather than connected? 

If so, I don’t want any part of that “Dream”—American or otherwise.

I don’t want my family’s access to adventure to be limited to a hoped for bi-yearly vacation and break from the grind of modern day life. I want fun and freedom to be built into the very fabric and ebb and flow of our days—every one. Why not?

Salsa Dancing at San Pancho Polo Club!

Salsa Dancing at San Pancho Polo Club!

“Your family is so lucky” is another sentiment often shared with us. 

Yes we are.

Our Dream did not realize itself overnight, upon a single wish or in the blink of an eye. We are not trust babies, lottery winners nor highly skilled investors. Life hasn’t been perfect north nor south of the border. We have experienced our fair share of setbacks and heartaches—health, financial, loss of loved ones—you know, life.

As Oprah Winfrey states, “Luck is preparation meeting opportunity.” 

If you are not particularly smitten with your current reality, there are other ones out there for the making and the taking.

How? A dream and a dash of courage are good places to start. Planning, budgeting, marketable skills, resourcefulness, persistence and connecting with other like-minded people go along way too!

We are choosing to maximize our experiences here on planet Earth and to provide our children with a multitude of opportunities so that when they venture out on their own, they will have the skills to confidently design their own place in this human realm.

As I whisper in their ear every night at bedtime, “Be true to yourself, and the rest will fall in place.” Simple and true.

This is not our American Dream nor even our Mexican Dream. It is just simply and joyfully, Our Dream. 

What is yours?

Words of Wisdom on a San Pancho Sign #panchovida

Words of Wisdom on a San Pancho Sign #panchovida

 

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It comes to me as no great surprise that we find ourselves in a time when more and more people are moving to Mexico, looking not just for an escape from the current political and social climate north of the border, but for a reinvented, reinspired life where adventure is affordable and enhanced quality of life is your most precious commodity.

As the granddaughter of a former Chief of the US-Mexico Border, it is no small irony that I, along with my husband and two young children, would immigrate to Mexico nearly five years ago.

Departing from San Diego with nothing more than a car and trailer full of stuff that we deemed to be the remaining essentials after gifting, donating and selling the rest, we headed south.

Shortly after our arrival to the beach town of San Pancho, we became permanent residents, having begun the process stateside to facilitate its expediency.

From a very early age, perhaps even encoded in my genetics, I have had a deep love for Mexico–her people, her magic, her fervent sense of community amongst family and friends…the sense of freedom I feel in her rich biodiversity. 

Growing up a half an hour away from the San Diego-Tijuana border, my relationship with my grandfather was by far one of the most significant contributors to this undeniable connection I have with Mexico.

My “Big Joe” as we called him, adorned in his Stetson cowboy hat and crisp-collared Oxford shirts, modeled such a deep respect and brotherhood for our south of the border neighbors, that I too could not help but fall in love with a land and people so magnificently rich in corazón y alma (heart and soul).

I would marvel with the pride that only a granddaughter can feel at my grandfather’s ability to conduct himself so eloquently in both languages and cultures.

He would turn the ordinary into magic.

His affinity for conversation, his staid charisma, his thoughtful ways and his sharp sense of humor made for a dynamic mixture that quite simply attracted people to him. It felt good to be in his company and I was just lucky enough to be his granddaughter.

I would sit mesmerized on his living room couch, predicting my future in his black Magic Eight Ball, listening to his stories of herding cattle and training horses down at our family’s dairy ranch in Chula Vista.

He would speak of his many adventures, one of them of having left home at the age of 14 to become a cowboy on the last rancho that spanned the US-American border.

Family historians have shared with me that he was known as the “Paul Revere of Chula Vista” on account of his warning the Otay Valley on horseback of impending rain that ended up bursting the Sweetwater Dam.

He died when I was a freshman at university, and while I miss him dearly, I will carry the strength of his legacy, his humility, and his wisdom with me always.

Growing up in a border city gifted me access to a bilingual and bicultural world, allowing me to move easily between both realms to this day. 

If former lives exist, I am certain that I was a salsa-dancing Latina in mine!

My Grandmothers Mary & Elizabeth had their own fair share of shenanigans south of the border and their stories were the material of an I Love Lucy episode! The picture below is of the two of them (in the middle) in Tijuana, in 1982 when I was just 14, an impressionable age for sure.

Why Mexico?

Here in Mexico, there is a palpable beckoning and invitation to slow down and to take it all in, to be in the moment and to not rush from point A to point B on autopilot for the sake of checking off a to-do list.

The stimulus and sensory-rich nature of the Mexican culture—alive with a detectable vibra (energy)—beckons one to be awake to and appreciative of the details around.

Life in Mexico takes you out of whatever slumber you might have previously found yourself in, RESETS your outlook and REMINDS you that true, mindful, engaged living results from paying attention to and participating in LIFE.

Mexico has taught me, and reminds me daily, to relish and thrive in the here and now, to celebrate the present moment and the textures and layers within that moment, and to always, always be grateful…for health, life, family, friends and fun!

Mi Querido México, thank you for taking us in, for welcoming us and for graciously adopting us with open arms. These past four and a half years have been one heck of an adventure and we are better people for it….mil gracias. 

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