I love Mexico! Oh wonderful warm weather, soft sand, the fact that the ocean is not freezing and I can play in it with the kids and not turn into an ice cube are a few good reasons why I have a major crush on Mexico.
Let me take a stroll down the dark & angry side of my Mexico though. Don't you worry, I will still come back to my new love, I just need to do a few pissed off jabs at someone.
Rental drama.
Yes, oh yes. More rental drama!!!
I feel like my expectations where not very high when I decided to rent here for a little over a month.
I wanted a fair price, not looking for luxury rentals by any means but also not looking for the cheapest thing out there.
Things I expected (and oh ya, was TOLD I would have thank you ever so much):
a working fridge (ya, so I could have groceries. Ha fucking Ha. Once more the damn fucking fridge does not work, and oh guess what Christy, the food went bad cause it is HOT HOT HOT here in Mexico!!!)
a working sink in the bathroom (guess who had a major leak this morning and had the bathroom flood, and then some repair guy came and turned the water off till maybe MAYBE sometime tomorrow when he might get some parts to fix it MAYBE)
not having the apartment shown while you are on vacation with your two kids and mom and are feeling sick and ya oh by the way you DID tell the owner/manager that you had been sick and they STILL said they where coming by to show the place when could you be out for the day???
WOW. Hellooooo??? I am on VACATION??? Remember??? I PAID for this crap??!!!
So now, here I am, once more debating just telling them to fuck themselves and go and stay at a hotel (which really, I can't afford but at this point whatever)...
Sorry, I know I am freaking out. But how do you relax when someone emails you in the morning that they want to come hang pictures and do some remodeling so when could you be out??
Who does this while people are staying in a apartment on vacation??
Sigh.
I am mad.
I feel like I have to flipflop my emotions all over the place.
One moment I am relaxed, all warm on the beach with the kids and the next I am dealing with flooding (for the SECOND time) and multiple repair guys and someone drilling holes in the walls to hang stuff.
I must be learning something in all this.
Maybe patience? How not to do physical harm to someone??
I dunno.
OH, and these people are from the US of fing A.
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