Monday, April 15, 2013

Just like the Mexican farm labourers, we're packed to head north

It's the day I've been alternately dreading and anticipating...the day we pack Cori with great trepidation into his crate (well, we don't really do that until he has to be put in it), and we fly north via Los Angeles, California on Alaska Airlines landing late at night in Vancouver.   We've had to resort to this flight as no other carriers will transport our dear Cori unless he can be in the cabin, and his long legs, made for running after birds, balls and all furry things (including a not so furry Iguana who escaped by the length of his tail); keep him from fitting under the seat.   Could he become a "support animal"..hmmm...each year we think of it and wonder if it's possible...supporting our need to feel needed and loved!
We've tried to pack in as many of our favorite experiences so we can savour the full range of sensory memories as long as possible.  I don't think I would've been able to describe to anyone what living in 6 months of perfect weather, warmth, outdoor life, water and sunshine is like.  And to have avoided that dreadful Canadian winter is a gift for sure.   But the gift has reached it's expiry date,  we must head home. Taxes are waiting to be filed,  gardens awaiting our caring revisions are calling and most importantly I need to see our family and friends.  Before we become nothing but distant memories in their minds and their busy lives move on at a pace that we will never catch up with.




Stopping in Vancouver allows us to have a ritual "IHOP" breakfast with Kristen.  Eric cannot meet us this year, but we are hoping that he and his new friend "Elena" from distant Siberia will soon make a visit to Victoria.   And we've already arranged our first visit to Sideroad Natural Farm to see our daughter Amy and Patrick's growing menagerie and hopefully we can indeed become "Mexican farm labourers" for at least a little while.   By the end of May we are ever so hopeful that even Ontario will seem like spring/summer to us; with our thin blood and tender skin we cringe when we read temperatures in the single degree Celsius range are awaiting us in a few hours! 

This week has focused on goodbyes...adios to the people who we've come to love in our neighborhood.   We think they indeed will miss us as much as we miss their everpresent smiles and friendship here in a land where we are visitors who have become friends.

We are hoping that the next time we touch down in our winter home that we find it just like it is now...and that the new government will get serious about the changes that are indeed needed.  I want to see that more than just another surface cosmetic clean up happens.  We've been reading that the government wants to give Zihua a facelift to retain it's standing as a top tourist destination on the Costa Grande...but that would be like performing plastic surgery on a patient with a bowel obstruction.  We need a functioning sewage system, water pipes that deliver water to all the homes, we need schools that function rather than being on strike 2/5 days weekly.  We need lighting for safety and more homes for the numerous poor who arrive here hoping to find work and a future. 

And for the new year,...I have a new project in mind.



  Doraliz has 14 cavities and that makes me think that if this state is serious about health promotion, and they keep saying that they are, that the children here need dental programs aimed at prevention, and education before they end up like Doraliz with a painful mouth that needs fillings before any orthodontics can happen.   Shouldn't companies that make a fortune off the poor here, like CocaCola or Frito-lay have to provide dental screenings and partner with oral hygiene companies to offer toothpaste, brushes and floss to the poor?  I think they should...so let's see where this could go with the group of savvy gringos that are here each winter.   Now is not the time,...the streets are empty, the season is over and off we go...north to become farm labourers, and if not a farm, well at least on our garden!   Greenlands Rd. Victoria here we come! 

Lilly and her little Maria Jose say adios




Gene enjoys a final pedicure with Maria at Lillianas beauty salon

Our final dinner out at Mari's restaurant, Las Adelitas.  This was her dream and she made it happen...I will miss their fond calling out to Cori and me as we make our daily rounds of the neighbourhood
 

And we missed saying adios to our dear friends Anibel and Monica who are away...their property is changing and we hope all will be well when we return.

And finally, the woman who has worked together with me for 6 months on Dawn and my little oilcloth project; Lety.  Lety dropped by for a visit with her Mom and sisters the other night.  She and I have become friends "sol sisters" and leaving is bittersweet...we hope we can continue and make beautiful oilcloth products next season.  I have learned a lot about the life of Mexican women.  We are indeed fortunate. 



 

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Making Sense (cents) of Six Months in Paradise

When I think of the people we've come to know as "regulars", whether they be owners or renters; people who we see each winter during the 6 months we spend here, I've realized that this group is anything but homogenous.   Last year I somewhat jokingly wrote that perhaps we were all just trying to relive our youth in this Mexican beach playground, listening to 70's tunes and happily sipping cervezas in the sunset.   But as I've gotten to know people better, I realize that their reasons for coming here are as diverse and as changeable as everything else in life is.   So, with a license to take liberty with my friends lives....here's a brief rundown on the "who's who" of Zihuatanejo. 

Some of our first friends here are a couple from Ocean City Maryland.   Mike and Dee met over a shared love of deepsea fishing.  And the ocean and the fish are what keeps them here.  As well, they have continued to feed their entrepeneurial spirit here by owning and operating 3 rental properties and 2 boats.  They house and support a Mexican family who have benefitted greatly by their generous investment in our community.  They now spend 8 months each year here, returning to what others would consider an oceanside paradise in the US to reconnect with their large and loving family.

There are a number of people who we know who come for the music scene.  In the "season" and year round, there are a number of very talented musicians who make Zihua home and perform in regularly scheduled and ever changing venues.  The performers range from talented locals like Juanito Zihua to ex-pats as diverse as Jimi Mamou and Isahrai Azahria.  Seasonal performers with incredible talents like a group from Mexico City called "Dos Adanes y Una Eva" (interestingly this is the Spanish translation of Marilyn Monroe's classic "Some like it Hot" ) add to the richness of our music life here.  There are regulars who follow this music scene like religion, nightly appearing in a different venue that is showcasing some of these musicians talents.    Obscure streetside bars with names like "The Flophouse Bar" or "Barracrudas" compete with more upscale venues like Coconuts, the Inn at Manzanillo Bay or Present Moment who each hope to boost their clientele by featuring musicians performances on a weekly basis. 

There is also a diverse but growing group of North Americans who spend their time here volunteering and working hard to address the various un-met needs of the Mexican families who live here in poverty.  Some have made this their full time home and have immersed themselves in several of the charitable events that occur here during the season.  I think of Carol and Doug, a wealthy retired couple from Canada. Carol is now the chairperson of many organizations who work to benefit the schoolchildren here in Zihuatanejo.   Networking with her Rotary friends in Canada and the US, she has been able to hugely increase the profits of regular fundraisers such as Sailfest.   Others do their work in a more personal way.   Margaret, a retired Navy personnel from Victoria, quietly attends each large fundraiser and photographs the events and people and with her photography skills, the much needed internet marketing of these events is ever so improved.

Our friends Shelagh and Ross are examples of Canadians who return here each winter and spend much of their time with the Mexicans who have become not only their friends, but are "family". Shelagh, a retired teacher, and Ross, a lawyer dedicate 6 weeks of their annual winter trip to teaching English to poor students from the Nino's Adelante program.   They have funded schooling for many students over the 25+ years they have come and all now call them friends.  Ross and Shelagh's Zihua social calendar is so full, I shake my head wondering how they can go from one obligation of a quincineara, to a christening, to a family dinner and back to a wedding without a rest all day long.  But their immersion in the culture of Mexico is what makes them "tick"...it's what brings them and many others back here to use their life honed Canadian skills to do good work here in a town that needs them. 

I've become part of the regular "yoga scene" here and as such, know that many regulars are here for their "health".   It is true, that in this perfect climate with no stressors such as work, gardens or family issues, it is the ideal time to focus on getting well.   Mike, a semi-retired single man in his 50's from Vancouver, is the perfect example of what a winter in Zihua (and one without Zihua) can do.  Mike has become a keen yoga practitioner and has made the decision to quit drinking alcohol.  When he arrived here in November, he immediately became a beach jogger, yoga practitioner and healthy eater, consuming one freshly made meal/day using fresh local ingredients.  He lost 30 lbs.   But then a family crisis with an aging Dad brought him back to Victoria..., and almost 4 months in the grey, dark rainy cold has regressed his fitness to where he started.  He is back now, trying his best to regain the health he felt here.    I've become friends with a world renowned Alzheimer's physician from San Francisco.  Dr. Mike Weiner, spends a month here each winter and he makes no bones about his time here being totally dedicated to non stop exercise.   Each day he walks, swims, and rests his way to health.   Some would say it is an obsession...but what better obsession to people in their 70's need?   On a recent evening enjoying sunset drinks with our friends from Vancouver, Anker and Elizabeth; Anker, a remarkable Danish engineer in his 80's, who is the holder of several patents and still works regularly on a highlevel project involving the switch from diesel to LNG, summed it all up..."I come here in the winter for my body's health and I go home to Vancouver in the summers for my brain's health". 

So do these wise and varied people make it any easier for me to know why I come here?   All I know is we don't do the same things now, 5 years after spending our first full winter here.  We no longer feel compelled to be downtown each night, nor go swimming or snorkelling on days when the water isn't clear.  We dont' need to try each new restaurant that opens.  Instead, we do "life" here.  Yesterday we took Doraliz for her "panorex" dental xrays which her dentist needs to determine if she needs major orthodontics.   Working in cooperation with Nino's Adelante's director, Jose, we are assisting her family to get her the treatment she needs to avoid a lifetime of dental disaster.   Did I ever think I would sit in an x-ray lab in Zihuatanejo during the winter...no...but am I glad I am now part of Doraliz's life...absolutely.  

I am part of our neighborhood.  Yesterday, I enjoyed a leisurely coffee chat with my good friend Monica, who owns Patio Mexica cafe and Cooking School.   Monica is one of the multitude of business owners who has had to learn how to cope with a 6 month source of income and 12 months of living expenses.   Budgetting for the future isn't part of a Mexicans' lifeskills.  But in this tourist dependent community, where the biggest spenders, non-nationals, generally are as scarce as hen's teeth between May- November, it is increasingly necessary.   Monica tells me of women she and I know who have had to resort to sorting through the vegetable disgards at the market for produce for free during this "off season"...it's a heartwrenching tale.   By some lucky stroke of fate, I was born and worked my life in Canada where now not only my employer but the government too pays me for being retired and older.    I hesitate to say "old" cause I don't feel old...but I do feel grateful for a life that has a guaranteed source of income 12 months of the year.   And one where I can spend 6 months in paradise.   12 days from today we will be packed up and enroute to our other home...I'm ready.  Cori has lost all but one of his favorite things- balls...its time to head back!