Belize Adventure Part 2

On September 10, I wrote that I would continue my saga "tomorrow" - just to let you know that I meant that in the most Spanish sense of "manyana" since today is not "tomorrow".
Did I tell you we had had a "yard sale" and sold every bit of our furniture, all my knick-knacks and years worth of books? I threw out the last of my business suits, put on my flipflops and off we went! Almost clipping the freeway wall as we entered the freeway, I realized I should give it a little more berth as I turned. After all, my vehicle is suddenly 52 feet long and no longer my zippy little Jeep Grand Cherokee.

We made it all the way past Truth or Consequences before one of the vehicles decided to get sick. Bring on Bob, my most trusty car-fixer-upper. With a little Bondo and a lot of patience, we once more were the proud owners of a fully-functioning heap. Today, while writing this blog, for the sake of a trip down memory lane, I tried to find the RV Park we stayed at. It was memorable because it had a laundry - yes, that was the highlight of my stay. Look up Arrey RV Park in Arrey, NM. A scintillating snack machine stood at attention just at the entrance to the laundry facility. My children were, of course immediately drawn to this monument to carbs.
Onward then the next day through Las Cruces to the flea pit of the earth - El Paso! If you have not already experienced the general "treelessness" of New Mexico, may I suggest that you postpone a visit to El Paso until you learn to live with the dust and forelornness of the high desert. From the freeway to the left is capitalism at its best; from the right - the Rio Grande, Mexico, and for the most part, extreme poverty. It's scorching hot - 105 degrees, with the sun reflecting off the patched tin roofs of the shacks on the Mexico side. Youths, mothers and children, entire families are wading across the Rio Grande, heading directly towards border guards with rifles aimed and cocked, sitting behind bulletproof glass shields mounted at the side of the street. The newcomers veer to the left or right, hoping to be the one who gets through the patrol. After all, you just need to do it once and all your worries are over, right?
On we drive, somber now, through road construction and lanes so narrow on I-10 I far that I will "take out" the neighboring vehicle.
More to follow

Socialism in the USA

Well, they told me it would never happen. The good ole USA is too capitalist EVER to involve itself (visibly and directly, not counting tax and other regulatory measures) in private business. I feel like I'm back in England before Margaret Thatcher!!!! I understand it's "just a loan" - secured against what exactly? And what if AIG fails anyway? As for Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, who says I want my taxpayer dollars to go to bail out bad loans on homes I don't own? What are the criteria for government bailouts, do you think? Bad publicity and bad press for the USA, for one. Can you think of more?

My mid- life crisis

I told you I'd relate some of my exciting travel adventures to you so I'll start with my mid-life crisis trip to Belize, Central America. One evening, at the US Foodservice food show in Albuquerque, New Mexico, I won a Harley. I never won anything in my life previously! What am I to do with this gift, I thought? A mother of 3 who drives a car badly - what hope do I have on a motorcycle at 70MPH? Besides which, you have constant bad hair days and helmet hair. My husband, of course, came to the rescue and offered to ride it on behalf of the family. That clinched it - I couldn't let my husband have fun, that would never do, so I sold it back to the dealership. I had money burning a hole in my pocket so I decided on a nice family vacation. My dear friend in England, Sally Johnson, had once told me of a place far, far away (we were drunk at University so it sounded really good!) where the beaches went forever and the ocean was as blue as the sky. Belize it was! We traveled to Journey's End at Ambergris Key - it was lovely. My husband had done some research on property in Belize before we went. Back on the mainland, we visited the property he had looked at on the internet. Bare, naked beach with jungle directly behind it. Wow, just like a scene from Survivor! Naturally, we just had to light a fire and BBQ some freshly caught fish - with sand as a condiment, I might add. We peed in a hole we dug, we made out a little, we swatted mosquitos, and we decided to buy the vacant lot!
We returned to the States, I gave 6 months notice at my company - I was Chief Operating Officer so it's hard just to quit. I had to arrange a buyout before I left. June 2005 arrived and we had sold our house, all our belongings, bought a motor home and packed it with the kids' toys. We had 2 boats (one aluminum and one cigar boat), a trailer with bikes on it, a van, and the motor home. My dear spouse, Bob, decided that I should drive the Dodge custom van with the speedboat hooked up behind it with no practice - note the comment earlier that I drive badly! He drove the motor home with the trailer behind it. We had planned our route through Mexico with these machines and 3 kids. We had walkie talkies to converse with each other in our vehicles. Were we prepared? You betcha!
More tomorrow......................................... about our trip through Mexico and onto our very own beachfront property on the Caribbean......

Early pickup day from school today

Well, this is my very first blog and I'm realizing I have to type on average 20% faster today beacuse I lose 1 hour of free time. Yes, Wednesdays are early kid pickup days. Of course, that also means I can have a beer 1 hour earlier too!