Cranky old man yells at clouds?

I erased my response to this post, but oh… how tempting… it was!

I’m the first to admit that I didn’t know as much as I should have when I first moved to Mexico, though I knew quite a bit (including at least rudimentary Spanish).  And, back then (when I was still in the throes of a creative mid-life crisis) I realized that my former job wouldn’t be available to me, but that my degree and background could be turned into something that would at least keep me fed and housed, but not much more than that.

I go back and forth on the question of whether or not to encourage or discourage would-be emigrants.  I have no particular love for “expats”… those that just show up here expecting to be well paid and well-received simply because… because they aren’t Hondurans or Guatemalans, just to mention a large cohort of potential additions to the labor pool that has recently shown up.  But I understand the attraction of potentially moving here.  A little money goes a long way, but one can’t expect to earn more than a little money;  and usually it’s very, very little.  “Safer” than say Guatemala, but a bit more expense (and, in the Capital, substantially more).  Which doesn’t guarantee anything.