A funny thing happened on the way to Mexico

After a long 900 km drive, we completed the trek from Monterrey to Ajijic in about 11 hours. Toll roads are a blessing, the Sierra Madre are jaw-drop stunning, and the uphill S-curves following a tractor trailer are a lesson in patience and care.

Now we're here with our friends Don and Lynda, in a place where dinner service involves a friendly hug from one of the young front-of-house owners, not just when every customer arrives, but also when they leave. At Just Chillin', the award-winning feature margarita is made with Grand Marnier, and three of them cost all of 105 pesos; about 8 and a half bucks by today's reckoning.

But tonight we had more reason than that to celebrate. While we were on the road, our house, our B&B, which has been home for 12 years, and which we listed for sale on the day we left one week ago, has been sold. Firm. We got word today.

This is a stunning development for us. We had no reasonable expectation of a result like this. Yet here we are. We bought a house. We sold a house. All on the same day. It's quite overwhelming.

Kudos to George Mochrie for his smart marketing, thoughtful advice and great communication in spite of poor cell reception through the hills of Tennessee and the plains of San Luis Potosi.

I have no idea what's going to happen next. Although Melanie and I are discussing a May wedding.

Life is just full of surprises. And there is nothing better than that.