When one orders an appliance for delivery in the United States, unless it's a special order, you can have it on your doorstep within a few days. In Mexico, in my experience, that's not always the case. Picture this: me, with an online cart filled with big ticket items–televisions, mattresses, a washer, the works, while trying to choose a delivery date. The month was full. And the following month? All of those dates were greyed out too. A thinker and a doer, that's me. So I pi

I grew up in the country. Not the country, country, where the closest neighbor is at least a mile down the road. I'm talking about the country where you have at least an acre and the roads are unpaved. The kind of country that's quiet, where you ride a small tractor and get just enough of nature to appreciate it, but not enough to fear it. On any given day, you could see a deer or an occasional fox — beautiful from a distance, with a solid barrier between us. When I moved awa

Let me be upfront: I lack in the style department. I'm sure I could develop an eye for it if I tried, but I genuinely don't care to. My requirements are simple. Things need to match, be clean, and be in relatively good condition. I am not the person who can visualize furniture in a space or intuitively know what a room needs. I can add to what's already there, a nice pillow or a work of art, but beyond that? No bueno. So when I began researching how to furnish my Mexico prope