Tag: Mexico City

The Juice of the Tarantula; or The Placebo Effect

Everyone Knows When Ana arrived one hazy day in Mexico City with a hacking cough, she assured me that it was totally her fault. She’d put on damp clothing that morning and this error in judgement was why she developed the horrible cold by midday. “Everyone knows you get sick if you put on damp... Read more »

An Expatriate's Guide to Vermin, or How the Hell to get a Bat out of the Refrigerator

Guayaquil, Ecuador 1989 After three years in Ecuador, I thought I’d seen it all. Hadn’t the mice gotten into the closed pantry to nibble on the imported Kraft Macaroni & Cheese on July the Fourth? I’d brought back piles of the treasured treat from the USA, all at my pre-teen’s request. Hadn’t six-foot plus iguanas... Read more »

Like Chocolate is Water in Mexico City

In the late 1990s the water stopped flowing from the kitchen faucet in Mexico City. Totally and completely stopped. Whoops. What now? Working methodically from the problem, I unscrewed the filter on the faucet. It wasn’t uncommon for odd bits of gunk or leaves to block the flow. But not this time. Under the sink... Read more »
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Pedro the Parabolic Pirate and DIRECTV

Moving to Mexico City in the mid 1990s, was no big deal to a lifelong expatriate like Annie. But she did have to admit that there was one thing she’d miss terribly, her beloved PBS. US-based friends said, what about DIRECTV? DIRECTV? In Mexico City, Mexico? She’d already learned of those who’d say, “Oh you’re... Read more »

The Mutiny on the 7-2-7

In the mid-1970s, Gary and I decided to go back to Lima, Peru to visit his parents before they moved back to America after over a dozen years abroad. Peru was pretty much the same. If anything, it seemed to be economically worse off. As I sat alone in a car, young women would approach... Read more »

At home, abroad; the expatriate

Forgotten abroad, is the expatriate. Charles Dickens would have named the person sitting across from me, “the well-meaning relative.” Late into the night, the interrogator repeatedly hammered as to why we lived abroad? “How will your kids ever grow up to be real Americans, when they’ve never lived in the USA?” My overtired brain had no... Read more »
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Challenging Assumptions in Mexico City 1970s

In the 1970s, Mexico City felt further away from the rest of the world. With no cell phones, no internet nor today’s ubiquitous cheap international calls, living abroad felt further away from the expatriate’s home country and experiences. Nevertheless Ellie loved Mexico City. For some unknown reason, she absolutely loved it, this in spite of... Read more »

Mother Nature Burning Up

Driving the last thousand miles of a 5000 mile trip about the west, I have experienced the drought and climate change firsthand. From the corn rows dead in the fields of Iowa and Nebraska, to the overwhelming smoke poisoning the air in Idaho and making it look like Mexico City’s, where I lived for six... Read more »

The Pub is NOT a Bar

The Pub is NOT a Bar
When you say to Americans, “we went to the pub with the grand kids”–you see it in their eyes. Their concern, their speed dial thoughts to Children and Family Services in the OMG assumption. You took a KID to the BAR?? What are you Alcoholic Anonymous wanna-bees? Many pubs in the UK–at least pubs I’ve... Read more »
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Bribery, every body does it.

Stop right there. What are you, a teenager? The argument that it is okay to do something that it is most assuredly not okay to do because “every body does it,” sounds like the reasoning of an adolescent wanting a later curfew. Really. America I hate to give you any factual information, but no. Everybody... Read more »
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    TIMELINE June 1972 to June 1973---Candace moves to Lima (Peru)----- June 1973 to May 1974---Candace and The Husband live in Glendale AZ----- May 1974 to August 1974---Living in Toronto, Ontario (Canada)----- September 1974 to May 1975---Living in Aberdeen SD----- May 1975 to July 1979---Living in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)----- July 1979 to June 1980---Living in Asuncion (Paraguay)----- June 1980 to September 1980---Living in NYC----- September 1980 to November 1982---Living in Connecticut----- November 1982 to January 1983---Living in Ponce, Puerto Rico (USA)----- February 1983 to July 1986---Living in Willemstad, Curacao (Netherlands Antilles)----- July 1986 to July 1989---Living in Guayaquil (Ecuador)----- July 1989 to July 1995---Living in Connecticut (yes, again)----- July 1995 to August 2001---Living in Mexico City (Mexico)----- August 2001---Return to Gringolandia (a.k.a. United States of America)----- I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew I met a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, fell in love and moved to Peru in the 1970s. WHAT an adventure it's been!! NOTE: I gave up Facebook, so apologies that I cannot answer any comments since it is only set up via FB.

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