Life on the Mexican Caribbean Coast: No hot water

Sunday, February 20, 2011

No hot water - echoes of Italy???

What is it about me and hot water? I have a brand new HWS in my apartment. The switches on the meter box are all on, but the water coming out of the taps is NOT hot. I have checked everything I can find but no go.

Hopefully it won't be a 6 week saga like it was in Italy. At least it's warm here, but I'm not a girl who likes cold showers, even worse when I have to wash my hair.
Top of the list for Monday.....

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Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Lynne, 50 something years young, retired in 2010 from my job at Griffith Uni’s Student Guild, and now ex-resident of Australia's Gold Coast after more than 15 happy years. Disgruntled Melburnian returning to the South? Not even close. Moving across the country to be with my new love? I wish! I embarked, by myself and perhaps irrationally, on a new life on Mexico’s Caribbean Coast, where in 2010 I purchased, on a whim, a new 2BR condo. I had spent until then, a total of about 3 weeks in the town which was about to become my home. Impulsive? That’s my middle name. Crazy? That remains to be seen. Stay tuned… When I travelled to Mexico on holiday in September, I had no plans to buy a house, there or anywhere else for that matter. But I found a great yoga school, and the rest, as they say, is history. Maybe the yoga relaxed me too much! I felt so at home that when I looked in the real estate agent’s window and found property that was not only affordable but downright cheap, I had no hesitation in saying “yes” to a new life. The cost of living is low, the weather is hot all year round, the people are friendly and who knows what wonderful (or challenging?) experiences await me? Playa del Carmen is about an hour south of Cancun on Mexico’s Yucatan peninsula, but light years away from the glitz and craziness of that Spring break destination. 15 years ago it was a sleepy fishing village. Today 5th Avenue has paving rather than sand, and is populated by hotels, restaurants, cafes and boutique shops, yet it has managed to retain its small-town charm. It’s like the Gold Coast was 50 years ago, or so. Relaxed, laid-back, friendly. If you walk too fast along 5th Ave, one of the locals is sure to ask you “What’s the hurry? You’re on holidays!” “Manana” is not just a word to them. “So what are you going to do all day?” is the usual question I get from my amazed friends. “As little as possible” doesn’t seem to satisfy them. “I’m going to live a simpler life” I tell them. I’ll start with yoga under the palapa roof every morning, enjoying not only the physical exertion, but the sharing of spiritual energy with new friends. After yoga I might join friends for coffee, or head to the beach for a morning swim in the incredibly turquoise warm Caribbean sea. I’ll walk slowly home along 5th Avenue, peeking into the shops and admiring sarongs. I might have a massage on the beach, where less than $A20 will buy me an hour of full-body bliss with the sea breeze cooling my skin, and the sound of the waves just metres from my jasmine-oiled feet will be the real thing, not piped music. I’ll eat fresh, seasonal local fruit which hasn’t lost its flavour. A 2-course meal with fruit juice at a small café will cost me about $A3, or Thai chicken noodles at my favourite noodle bar around $6, again including a drink. In the evening I’ll enjoy the ambience of 5th Ave after dark. The shops will be open very late, the hawkers good-naturedly trying to entice me into their boutiques and souvenir shops. There will be strolling Mariachi bands serenading couples eating at the many restaurants. There might be an art exhibition along the street, or street performers. Down on the beach the bars and nightclubs will be gearing up with live Salsa music or playing Santana’s hits, and the fire show performers will be practising twirling their sticks. At the end of the day, having breathed fresh clean air, I will sleep deeply and soundly. But before I do I will thank whatever benevolent spirit led me to start my new life here. I hope you will enjoy sharing this new life with me through my blog.

Life on the Mexican Caribbean Coast

Enjoying Mexico

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No hot water - echoes of Italy???

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