If you had told me a year ago we would be living in Mexico, I would have laughed. Mexico? Seriously? Yet, just the other day, after only being in Guanajuato, Mexico for two weeks, I signed a year lease. Me. I made a commitment. For the first time in a year, the girls and I have an actual “home”, not an Airbnb rental. And to be honest, I don’t really know what this means for us. It was so unexpected.
Originally, we came to Mexico to attend the Project Worldschooling Summit , to warm up after our adventure in Canada, and to save money. However, we missed the Worldschooling Summit due to the craziest illness we have ever had. It was terrifying and I need a whole other post to talk about that. As far as saving money, that hasn’t happened just yet because we fell in love with a completely unfurnished house. No refrigerator, stove, washing machine, or even light bulbs. What?! If anything, I am dead broke wondering how the hell I am going to make it the next few weeks with the small amount of money I have left.
There are two other single moms that I connected with here. The girls finally have friends that lead a similar lifestyle and for the first time in a long time, I don’t feel so alone. I feel like I have a community.
Let Me Be Honest
I was terrified to come to Mexico. When I thought of Mexico, I thought of poverty and the cartel. That is about it and that’s pretty freaking Terrible. When we landed in our connecting city of Mexico City, I was struck by its immense size and its beauty. The sun hadn’t quite set yet but the sky was pink and mountains surrounded the city.
Also, I felt safe. Our layover was easy and short and we were on our way to the small airport in Leon about 30 minutes from our final destination. After landing and gathering luggage, I tried to call an Uber but the driver kept calling me and the language barrier made it impossible for us to communicate. I was frustrated. Finally, I found a group of men and asked them for help by basically handing them the phone. They didn’t speak English either but were more than willing to help me. They found a young man who did speak English and he explained to me that the Uber driver was afraid to pick me up at the airport because of the police. At the time, I didn’t realize Uber was illegal in Mexico.
The young man then directed me to a taxi. I asked the young man how much the taxi ride should cost because I was worried about being scammed by the driver. Once again, I feel ashamed for these thoughts but that is what the media and fellow Americans convinced me about Mexico. The young man actually directed back inside the airport to the taxi stand where you pay a receptionist a set amount for your destination. It was 530 pesos which is about $28 USD. Relieved, I buckled the toddler up in her car seat in the back of the taxi and we were on our way. I didn’t realize then that that would be the last time in a while she would be using her car seat. Car seats are not the norm in Mexico.
We arrived at our Airbnb late at night. Not once did I feel unsafe. The taxi driver helped us with our luggage and then our Airbnb host helped get it into our apartment. I was immediately struck by the apartment’s beauty. The tall ceilings and traditional Mexican furniture made the apartment feel a lot larger than it actually was. Exhaustion took over so we headed to bed excited for what the next day would bring us.