Was kind of a sad day, though it shouldn't have been. A friend and neighbor I've known over thirty years headed for Mexico this morning, and he's not coming back. Sold his house and got rid of anything that wouldn't fit in the car. What a zoo the last week was. The warm dry climate of the Guadalajara mountains did it. He don't even like summer in the homeland anymore.
He's got a sweet two bedroom house waiting for him. Up on the hill with a killer view of Lake Del Chapala. The lakes 40 miles long, you can't even see the other side. got a fenced yard with motorized gate, and it's not far from whatever you need in town. Rent, lights, water, TV (Netflix) and garbage service, One thousand American a month. That makes me sick, I pay at least that much to keep the lights on at my place, and it's a shack compared to this house.
The nearby city has a population of 55K, with almost half being Canucks or Americans. Last winter it was 70 degrees and sunny every day, and when it rained, it did so at night. Some warmer in summer, but still not hot. Remember, you're at five thousand feet elevation so it's not some high humidity shithole like you'd find at sea level.
I wouldn't mind visiting but have no plans to move there, no matter how nice it sounds. I can't speak Spanish worth a damn for one thing, nor do I wish to give up all my stuff. I am an American after all.