...and never will be. My Dad was an ex-pat down in old Mexico and sharing his experience was enough for me.
It's funny, all the ex-pat's would gather down in their favorite coffee shop at the Square in Cuernavaca and talk about Mexicans the same way they talk about Dominicans on DR1. Their favorite stories were about how they were using the country's runaway inflation to give their employees raises without really giving them raises, they needed little stories like that to make themselves feel smart and superior. Not my style at all.
On one visit I came down with a bag of wire nuts and capped every last electrical connection in his place (it was a big place) and Guys from the local power company were looking at the shit like "whoa!" so I gave them what I had left. I also brought down a Sola transformer which saved him from replacing the refrigerator compressor 4 times a year. Living in "Paradise" lacks the conveniences that we take for granted every day and to some it becomes very annoying after a while.
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