The last three weeks have been more of the same.
I haven't gotten to the beach much.
I haven't taken many siestas.
I haven't read more than a few pages of a book at a time.
I haven't played my fiddle.
You get the drift.
A good friend commented a few days ago that I could move to the Arctic and still be busy. Guess when I get the time, it would something to mull over...
This time I'm going to blame all this activity on the still obvious -- moving to a new country, a new community, a new job, lots of lovely house guests.
I've been at the real estate office a lot more than I had expected. But it's a great example of the seasonal frenzy of resort areas --- while real estate is always bought and sold, certainly a beach village in Mexico sees its share of winter dreamers (and buyers) who want to do the deal while they are here on vacation .... for two more days!
So it's a frantic whirl around the village for those in the business, trying to find clients the right home, the right beach lot, the right ocean view, before they head back to the states or to Canada --- while also trying to get the new home just listed online and on to a flyer on the wall, contact other realtors, get offers filled out and to the seller, counteroffers, etc.
But I can relate to the dreamer, the buyer. It's been a great reminder of how it is that Michael and I are now living here.
Last January (was it only a year ago?) we were taking a few week's vacation with the kids in a lovely beach home over the Santana Real Estate office, when Joe Santana says to me, "You ought to see this great beach lot..."
The rest is history.
Joan Santana says the best part of her job is working with people who have a dream and are taking a huge leap of faith to get there.
I agree. It is the best part.
But the next step for me, personally, is to figure out how to still see the beach, read a book and play the violin during 'high season'.
I'll keep you all posted. In about a month.
A view of Tenacatita Bay from the inside of a hilltop home under construction.