It would appear that the 15 to 1 exchange rate is holding and perhaps has found a new average level. As mentioned previously the fast raising inflation here is certainly softened by the favorable exchange rate. Somehow the Mexicans seem to survive – but then mankind is like that for the most part.
Nine usd dollars out-the-door for a 12 pack for BOTTLED-NO-DEPOSIT Corona beer is certainly better than in the U.S. Groceries are less, gas is more, however with the economy of the scooter we do not feel that pain much – until we start back north. Which will be happening soon. It still can be written that Mexico is a bargain. We do recycle those Corona bottles by the way.
We were scheduled to head back to Xico, Veracruz on Sunday the 26th. We decided to stay perhaps a few weeks more as the hot weather has been mild. We find relief from the 85-86 F [30 C] plus heat of the day at night. Fans are actually wonderful devices – just moving air around works. Humidity totally manageable.
We both woke up one morning here lately suggesting almost in unison that we should stay here longer. It is a hard place to leave.
The thinking is rather than going back to Xico, Veracruz for six weeks or so and then heading to the U.S. we would stay a shorter time in Xico and get an early start on the U.S. visit and then get back as we have projects in Xico – two neglected houses etc.
We always look forward to seeing our neighbors in New Mexico, our family in Las Vegas and perhaps even a meet-up with our son.
In the meantime other than negotiating around stuff strategically located to be packed in the Jetta and wearing the same three or so outfits of clothing everything else remains the same.
We had our first spill on the new scooter the other day. It was rather ugly for a few reasons. First before we left the house Anita told me to not wear sandals. We try and use helmets and have good shoe protection as a standard. But STUPID ME insisted on ignoring the policy as we were out the door.
Leaving our driveway we have a short half block down a rugged dirt road to a right turn attacking another rugged dirt road until solid highway is reached a further half block. At the first turn, there to the right, my right sandal broke and became a flopping impediment – this where I started to place the foot down to stabilize the sandy, rocky turn.
Virtually stopped, but not, we laid down in the dirt. We did have helmets, as noted when my head bounced – but I had some rib crunching bearing the load of the scooter. Anita twister her ankle and we both had a couple of abrasions. The ribs are still quite tender and making for uncomfortable sleeping.
Of course I feel totally stupid for not listening to Anita’s warning – especially making her have to pay the price as well as me. I am 68 years old – but swear I will do better about listening.
So the delay came at a good time because my tender ribs mending before hauling a bunch of stuff to the car, mounting the car carrier and moving stuff about here will be less painful.
The scooter had very little damage – some tell-tale scratches, even those minor. But it has lost it’s virginity. What is it they say, it isn’t whether, rather when your motorcycle will go sideways. I am getting to an age where recovery is slow – but I AM NOT LIKELY TO GIVE UP MY TWO-WHEEL PASSIONS. Just might decide to throw in an extra measure of being careful and not being stupid. This was so preventable as is often not the case with moto travel.
A positive is my time spent working on learning the guitar has increased – although reaching over the body of the Taylor can be a bit painful – the Paul Reed Smith electric is a better fit while the ribs heal.
To our family – we are OK really.