Settling In

Getting out of LA was a complete mêlée and circus put into a blender that was liquefied into a meal you might serve to a person who has had their jaw wired shut.  But instead of vital ingredients to support life this one contained:

·         56 boxes plus all the furniture from our tiny 3 bed room home.

·         1 - 26 foot diesel moving truck that had to loaded to be driven 85 miles round trip and then unloaded into a storage space that now holds contents of our former life.

·         47 pints of beer consumed while saying goodbye to everyone we've befriended in LA over the last 9 years (this is the best estimate I could calculate over the last 2 week period in LA).

·         13 bags packed to move to Mexico including 2 - 7 ft. surfboard coffin bags with 6 boards total.

The last part was one of the most hellish parts of the trip.  We had so much stuff Embassy Suites insisted that we need to be taken  to the airport in our own shuttle separate from the other guests.   I won't even get into what a disaster customs was when we arrived.  It was no joke.

This process was maddening and now we understand why not many people just fold up their lives and head out.   After going through the process with the family, I'd have the say the number one reason more people don't do it is because it is a massive pain in the ass.  You'll also note there aren't any pictures of this mainly due to the fact that these events shouldn't even be documented on film.

It all ends like this:

We're moved into our place in a tiny town called Troncones.  It's a small surfing and fishing village that has a pretty vibrant culture.  The surf is pretty darn good to.  The first two days a large swell was hitting and produced 15 foot waves that are just now backing down to 5-8 feet.  We got to surf for the first time this morning and it resulted in Melissa catching a few good ones at La Saladitas point and I got a nasty reef cut on my foot after trying to come through a close out section.  More coming in the next week with the south swell season in full swing.

Were already finding out that things are pretty different down here.  We're basically disconnected from some relatively important things like a phone, TV, the Black Hawks run for the cup and the NBA finals.  All things we would take for granted back in So. Cal.  We do have internet, but it can be a little spotty.  I've waited about 2 days until the connection was good enough to post this.

I'll end this section with a little game we've been playing called "You know you live in Mexico when...."

·         You have to capture a live bat in your bed room the first night you arrive.

·         You see a 18 month old playing with a radial arm saw even though it's unplugged.

·         The main event in town on Sunday night is a live cock fight in the pueblo.

We'll continue the "You live in Mexico when..."   section on more posts with photos.