Living down in Mexico has always been in the back of my mind. For whatever reason, I am drawn to the Mexican culture and its people, the food, the language, and perhaps even the women. I am as white as can be. I often think about working down there; ultimately with an American paying job. As if they are not scarce enough in the States.
This desire has materialized rapidly within the past four days. I decided to get the ball rolling and put my money where my mouth is. A couple years back I ran into some very sweet Mexican natives in Las Vegas, both their party and my party vacationing for a week or so. I have still kept in touch with a few of them; and upon exchanging a few friendly emails, my friend from Monterrey is using her contacts and street smarts to help me find a job in Guanajuato.
For now it looks like a job teaching English at either the public university, or one of the many private English schools around the area. I have been told that little to no Spanish knowledge before hand is necessary, which works for me, as I am more than rusty from 3 years of Spanish ‘way back when’ in high school and only half a dozen trips across the border. I will enroll in an intensive Spanish course; becoming fluent is one of the many things I need to accomplish while living down there.
Am I seeking something extraordinary? Sure. Could I be running away from something? Probably. Am I seeking adventure? Undoubtedly so. There is, however, one aspect of my curiosity that remains constant: the desire to try. How can any of my questions be answered without trying, firsthand, what it is like to live and work as an American expat in Mexico? Talk is cheap; but I have a silver tongue.
Only a few short hours ago, I resigned from a great paying job I thoroughly enjoyed, pissing away the potential six figures a year; all for aspirations of dirt streets, mummies . . . and senioritas?
You better believe I did. I am only getting older. And better looking. Benjamin Franklin was quoted saying “Nothing ventured; nothing gained.” I will always wonder, until I do.
I will be able to save up a few more hundred dollars, but I plan on getting my butt down there as soon as I can, hopefully within a month or two.
As a side benefit, it will put me much closer to South America, where I have always planned on traveling. I was supposed to leave tomorrow for Rio De Janiero to experience Carnaval . . . but I am postponing the trip.
This is all new territory for me and I am anxious. I welcome any advice from people with experience living in Guanajuato and/or Mexico.
This desire has materialized rapidly within the past four days. I decided to get the ball rolling and put my money where my mouth is. A couple years back I ran into some very sweet Mexican natives in Las Vegas, both their party and my party vacationing for a week or so. I have still kept in touch with a few of them; and upon exchanging a few friendly emails, my friend from Monterrey is using her contacts and street smarts to help me find a job in Guanajuato.
For now it looks like a job teaching English at either the public university, or one of the many private English schools around the area. I have been told that little to no Spanish knowledge before hand is necessary, which works for me, as I am more than rusty from 3 years of Spanish ‘way back when’ in high school and only half a dozen trips across the border. I will enroll in an intensive Spanish course; becoming fluent is one of the many things I need to accomplish while living down there.
Am I seeking something extraordinary? Sure. Could I be running away from something? Probably. Am I seeking adventure? Undoubtedly so. There is, however, one aspect of my curiosity that remains constant: the desire to try. How can any of my questions be answered without trying, firsthand, what it is like to live and work as an American expat in Mexico? Talk is cheap; but I have a silver tongue.
Only a few short hours ago, I resigned from a great paying job I thoroughly enjoyed, pissing away the potential six figures a year; all for aspirations of dirt streets, mummies . . . and senioritas?
You better believe I did. I am only getting older. And better looking. Benjamin Franklin was quoted saying “Nothing ventured; nothing gained.” I will always wonder, until I do.
I will be able to save up a few more hundred dollars, but I plan on getting my butt down there as soon as I can, hopefully within a month or two.
As a side benefit, it will put me much closer to South America, where I have always planned on traveling. I was supposed to leave tomorrow for Rio De Janiero to experience Carnaval . . . but I am postponing the trip.
This is all new territory for me and I am anxious. I welcome any advice from people with experience living in Guanajuato and/or Mexico.