One of the many sculptures temporarily installed on the grand Paseo de Montejo Avenue as part of the “Merida, Yucatan, City of Sculpture” program.
Fernando and I left Merida at midnight last night and arrived back in Playa early this morning. At this point, we’re torn between Merida and San Miguel de Allende. I was offered a job in a spa in Merida and an educator wants to interview me this upcoming weekend to work with children and adolescents using an interactive teaching technique and small groups. I would be teaching them English and it would be part-time (afternoons only).
For the last two days, we walked up and down the streets of Merida looking for someplace to live. We had many leads, but all of them were just out of our grasp: the apt won’t be ready for another week (we heard this four times); another place was fantastic–and cheap–but had no furniture; the upstairs at Doña Mercedes had just been rented; another required a 6 month lease; etc. We drank a liter of water an hour and sweated it all out. Fernando had salt lines on his shorts. We were rained upon on the way to my interview. Birds shat on me twice which I took as a good sign. We’re tanner, thinner, nomads, and are looking for signs to decide Where to next?.
We could go to Merida and do it again. It’s hard to find a place in two days. There’s one house in particular that we’re interested in. It’s centrally located and full of character. But when the owner came to show it to us, she couldn’t find the keys. It’s old, very old, probably comes with its own ghost, but we would like to see the inside! Mel, the host at Julamis, kindly offered to take pictures for us once the keys are located.
Another consideration is living rent-free in San Miguel de Allende until we both find jobs. SMA is also much closer to Guadalajara where Fernando needs to go to do his presentations in order to complete his law degree he’s been working on for the past four years. It just that once a city has captured your heart like Merida has captured ours, it’s hard to pull away. At any rate, by this time tomorrow, we’ll be on a bus headed for somewhere that we can hang our hats.