I normally do not mention here the name of my mountaintop town. It’s just a quirk of mine. There are numerous videos of the place on YouTube, but few as nice as this one. so I’m putting my quirk aside today.
I was living in Houston in 1999 when I decided to retire early, toss caution to the winds, and go where Ambrose Bierce went almost a century earlier. He arrived during the Revolution and was never heard from again. There was no revolution when I arrived, thank the Goddess. To plan a bit for my adventure — I did darn little planning — I bought numerous travel books at places we used to call bookstores. I don’t think they exist anymore above the Rio Bravo.
Some of the books focused on retiring in Mexico. I saw next to nothing about where I am now, but I ended up near here due to finding a language school online that looked good. It was in the state capital, so that’s where I moved.
One day I took a bus over here for a look-see. I walked around, and I liked it. I moved here shortly after and rented a furnished, two-story house that’s walking distance from the huge downtown plaza. Been here ever since.
It was sheer luck.
Back in 2000, there were about 40 Gringos here, and many were real ding-a-lings. No one knows how many are here now, but there are, I believe, at least 10 times that number, and more come every year. I wish they wouldn’t.