We live in a small condominium complex. Shortly after we moved in, we began to realize the nature of living in a condominium. It is a matter of give and take and compromise. Our friend Bob jokingly said that we didn't have to call it a "condominium"- it could be a "commune", and for a while we honestly shared that sense of freedom and comraderie that came with living in a group setting.
Then we hit what we may have called the "formative years". Condominiums require that someone generally must assume the role of administrator, there must be a council and there must be rules and regulations. It would be tremendously fortunate and perhaps a bit naive to think that a mature group of persons who live in close proximity and share common amenities could do so with a natural sense of fairness, respect and tolerance and that the council would always represent everyone's opinions and wishes for their home in paradise. I look back on these last few years of growth and have now believe that we have indeed been fortunate.
Not only do we have a lovely home to live in, we also have a wonderful group of friends, all having chosen our condominium with it's funky artistic Mexican traditional styling. Some are renters, some are absentee owners, some reside in Zihua fulltime and all are close friends. Our little community shares a tremendous bond and we share the knowledge that as a community we are there for each other.
Peter's party which was thrown in honor of his 70th birthday ( wait- have we discovered the fountain of youth?)provided us all with an opportunity to celebrate together our evolving community here in Zihuatanejo!
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