Most of the books on the market dealing with the issue of expatriating to Mexico are fluff. I didnt realize this until my wife and I got firmly settled into a daily routine here in Guanajuato that there was something those expat books on the market werent telling us. In fact, whether you read the books on How to move to Mexico and live like the Queen of Sheba or the vast amounts of online articles and websites, they all will pretty much be full of cotton candy and lots of sugar coating.
We came to central Mexico expecting Nirvana. We thought we had arrived in Camelot. If this wasnt a utopia, it surely had to be the closest thing to it compared to the United States. After all, Mexicans, we observed, seemed happy. They walk around laughing and smiling and seem like they enjoy life and are glad you came along to make their existences just a little bit better. We got a reality check. We got it fast and hard.
The first thing we noticed was that Mexicans, and maybe it is something peculiar to central Mexico, do things in public that would in America get them shot, stabbed, or taken outside into an alley for a sound beating. If you were to move here, you would soon see...