It has been 60 days since we have been here in Mazatlán. We have had our share of challenges in becoming normal functioning residents. It took almost 2 months to get our driver’s license and although we didn’t need to test or prove our road skills (which would be hilarious in my opinion) it still required paperwork and proof we live here. It wasn’t until we decided we would look to purchase a car did the sales guy at the dealership say “you need a driver’s license from Mexico, but don’t worry, I have a guy” turns out that guy got us fast-tracked and an hour later we were holding our licenses. I have a motorcycle license (which I will NEVER need here) as well as my automobile license. Rick has all three, truck, car and motorcycle.
Hopefully this will help us purchase a car although it is already presenting issues because we don’t have credit here in Mexico yet. You ask why we don’t have one of our cars here from home? We tried that. Impounded at La Paz customs. Not likely to see the car again since it wasn’t registered properly and according to the authorities it should never have entered the country. They took our money to register it and provide plates, they let us pay to have the car shipped into Mexico and now they want triple what the car is worth in fines with no promise they will return car. Fuck it. It is a 2011 Volvo XC90 that has been abused and neglected by our 25-year-old as her 5th car…
I have spent enough time here to wonder whether my adjustment or lack thereof is because Mexico is not my place, or whether the move to a foreign country where I am not fluent in the primary language requires a longer adjustment period. I am still on fence. I hold Iceland on some pedestal with the connection I felt there was immediate, but the reality is that I don’t live there. I would probably be having some of the same challenges. Iceland is on the list of top 5 happiest countries on the planet, just saying…
I am also wondering if where (location in Mazatlán and apartment) is why it is not home yet? I remember Maryland taking a very long time to feel like home after my move from CT. I had one foot back in that state until way after I started planting roots with Rick. Maybe I am just a victim of not embracing change?
Maybe it’s as simple as we live in someone else’s home. Hard to feel like its home when you’re renting and everything feels temporary.
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