As we continue to settle into our daily lives here in Mexico, there are many familiar habits that have changed. Some of these changes are good – some still need some adjustment. We have grudgingly accepted that we cannot live as if we are on a perpetual vacation. This is our life and it is time to choose how we want to live it. One of the good changes is that we no longer watch TV. So far, we have decided not to buy a satellite dish, which means we have no English speaking TV. We do have Netflix, and every now and then we watch a movie. And we always figure out a way to watch our Riders play – either on our computer or at some local sports bar. But we don’t have that endless TV background noise playing in our house anymore – that is a welcome change. Another good change is that Grant and I really do spend all our time together. I like that and I am crossing my fingers that he does to.
One of our biggest changes has been in the area of health and exercise. Grant has always been super active with his construction business. He didn’t need exercise because he was lifting and climbing and pounding every day. I, on the other hand, have always been a paper pusher so I do need to exercise. In the last couple of years I had gotten into a good rhythm using online and/or DVD exercise programs and the gym equipment we had purchased. Even when we traveled I was able to exercise. And I had started to cook and eat pretty healthy. Then we settled here and I was flooded with perceived barriers. My house is too hot. It is too small. The floors are all tile which is uncomfortable to exercise on. I sold all my equipment before I left Canada. My daily schedule was completely different. I just couldn’t get into a rhythm.
5 weeks ago, Grant said “That’s it – we need to start exercising.” So we put on the spandex, filled up the water bottles, updated the playlists and drove 10 minutes to the community of Nuevo Vallarta, the only neighborhood with smooth roads and sidewalks. Grant strapped on wheels, I tied on running shoes and we started the painful journey of getting in shape. As a former hockey player, he wanted to skate. Fast. I couldn’t possibly keep up on skates, so I ran while he skated. I have always hated running – A LOT – but it was the best solution so I decided to JUST DO IT. I started by walking more than running. The low point was the day when TWO different taxi drivers stopped to ask if I needed a ride. Apparently, I did not look like an athlete in training. But we kept going 3 days a week and last Saturday I actually felt a moment of victory when my fitness app told me I had run 42 minutes and walked 11. I realized I was enjoying my time more – running part of my route on the beautiful morning beach. Praying as I ran – feeling peace and hope and joy in the journey. Breathing it all in. I can’t say I like running yet – my knees and ankles still hurt. I look at my watch a lot. But we are doing it. Grant had a good day Saturday too – he skated 16 km, hitting his goal. Old folks for the WIN!
Jungles and street paths and beaches – even some coatis checking us out
Progress and pain go together!

Happy Birthday Francisco
Let’s face it – change is uncomfortable. Stretching yourself is uncomfortable. Walking in a direction that you know is going to hurt…. It’s all uncomfortable. But if you want to live your best life – you just have to do it! This weekend we went to two birthday parties for our dear friend Francisco. I ate tacos and tostadas and strudel and 2 pieces of cake. Because celebrating is also part of a good life and sometimes that comes with amazing Mexican food. Tomorrow we will get up and head back to the street where the taxi drivers wave at me now. And the one thing I know for sure? It’s definitely going to hurt…..
And I’m okay with that.

Money: To do all the things we want to do here, we’ve started tracking a budget. We’re cutting back. ☹




On Wednesday, we went to nearby San Vicente to attend the 6th Grade graduation of Isabel and Laurentino. This time we were asked to be the Padrinas, which are similar to Godparents. In Mexico, children will have many different adults throughout their lives who will be considered supporters or mentors. At important milestones such as baptisms, graduations, even weddings – families choose madrinas and padrinas to stand alongside the children to show love and support for them. At the graduation ceremony, we each sat behind our graduate and walked with them to the front to get their diploma. I love the symbolism of that – we support from behind, we walk alongside. I admit I looked around today – the only white English speakers in attendance – and wondered what on earth we are doing here – with this very poor community, with this family, with the orphanage, with Mexico in general. Maybe this is it – we are offering love and support and encouragement from behind, walking alongside our newfound friends as they find their own way. When the ceremony was over, we told Isabel and Laurentino that if they finish High School, we will help them fund university. I am giving you fair warning – it’s a few years off but I will be asking for your help when that day comes!




We had two surprises waiting for us. The first was to be hugged by little Brittany and Priscilla. I told you their story last year when they had to leave Manos de Amor because their drug addicted mom insisted she wanted them back. (
I am not certain about the status of their legal papers and honestly, I am not going to ask. I am just so happy to see them laughing again. We drove them back to Grandma’s house on Friday evening so they could spend the weekend with her and we were relieved to find out where they now live in a nearby town. We were also thrilled to reconnect with their two older sisters.


Tomorrow we will meet with two different brokers. We will unload the trailer and the truck and will get inspections and will pay all kinds of fees and duties and ‘honorariums’. It will take a couple of days and then we will be on the road to home. If all goes well, next Tuesday. we will go to Jose’s Kindergarten graduation. We will meet Ibet’s new baby who will arrive any day and Mateo who was born last month. We will celebrate little Ivan’s final adoption by his wonderful California parents. We will congratulate Peter on getting his Mexican citizenship and Verito on graduating from Veterinarian school. We will celebrate with Carmelo and Paola on their recent engagement. We will go dancing in town squares and exploring around town in our spunky blue golf cart. We will reach out and make a difference wherever we can. And we will eat tacos!


Marthita and her husband Gregory are pastors at the church we attend – they are some of the first friends we made here and their children Elly and Gady are excited to welcome a new baby brother. This baby was not easy to create and he was so loved and wanted before he even was conceived. The ladies at the church planned this fun garden party and it was just a beautiful evening with delicious food and baby boy decorations and lots of gifts for little Mateo.
Last night I attended another shower – this one for sixteen-year-old Ibet who is also about to have another baby boy. I say ‘another’ because Ibet is also mom to 3-year-old Kevin. The first thing that struck me is that we played all the same games as we had played at Marthita’s shower. I guess these are traditions. Considering I was the only English speaker at this shower, it was a relief that I kind of understood what was going on as they were wrapping toilet paper all over Ibet, writing on her face with lipstick and taking away nametags whenever anyone crossed their legs. They had done all the same things to Marthita at her shower. Although I had pretty halting conversations with the other young moms and their children, we laughed a lot and I felt like I was welcome, although maybe not totally accepted. I think they weren’t quite sure who the heck I was or what I was doing there – but Ibet had invited me 4 or 5 times and I knew it was important to be there to support her and Kevin and the new little one. It is not going to be an easy road for this young family and I struggle every day to know how to best help them. For this week, a few tiny blue clothes and a stroller which will double as his crib is what my heart told me they needed. I could be wrong. I just hope they know they are loved and can accept that they are deserving of that love.





