Decorating in Mexico is not for the beige of heart. Here, it's the bolder the better; a theory in which the previous owners obviously believed. The difference is they took Mexico in an oriental direction -- one which we are now attempting to recover from.
The painters arrived as a troupe of six, with pails and samples and mortar and mud. And cell phones. They worked hard until about 1:30. Then it was siesta time. The boss was off-site. I asked in Spanish if they were done for the day. They barely looked up to say, oh no. Then, as Jose made his way up the driveway around 3, they all as if my magic sprung to life. At least they were standing when he walked in the door. It was kind of funny.
We managed to make arrangements to pay the maid and the gardener while we are back in Canada, which is done by cash settlement every Friday. Our agent has a friend nearby who has volunteered as paymaster. The cost to us is a donation to her favourite project -- a homeless shelter, which we will happily do.
It looks like Sunday will be getaway day back to Canada. Hoping to make the run to the US border in one day, but that may be more ambitious than practical. Saltillo looks like a good stop-over, just outside Monterrey. ( I will NOT go back to that city.)
There are bitter-sweet times ahead.
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