Monthly Archives: July 2019

What is it like now that the excitement and novelty has worn off? Well, I’m struggling with constipation, Spanish classes are kicking my butt, I nearly faced the world without my phone, I don’t feel like I am fitting in, I am running out of money, I feel the edges of depression creeping in, friendsContinue reading “The Honeymoon is Over . . .”

1958 to 1962: Chapala and Guadalajara, Jalisco Mom read that a family could live in Mexico on $125 a month – just the amount of Dad’s WWII pension. Dad was interested as he was not satisfied in his insurance job and the one-hour commute to downtown Chicago. In the summer of 1958, with our stuffContinue reading “Past Memories of México”

Yesterday I moved out of a family home in the center of town with three meals and housekeeping and into a small apartment farther from the center of town all by myself. I am about a 25 minute walk to school. Into town won’t be too bad, but back home is all uphill! What IContinue reading “Pedacitos y Pedazos (Bits and Pieces)”

Este lunes, comencé mi clase de español en la Academía Hispano Americano. Es un lugar muy amable, como se ves en la fotografías arriba y abajo. Me gusta mucho a mi maestra, quien se llama Aidé. Ella es muy expresiva y nos enseña sobre la cultura además de gramática. Soy en el tercer nivel yContinue reading “¡Hablamos el Español!”