If you’ve been following me since the beginning, like my mom, my BFF, and my brother, well then you already know the story of how we came to be where we are. But if not, you might be wondering why we live in the middle of nowhere with no electricity, sewer or water. Here’s the thing, we didn’t intend to live this sort of life. It’s just how it all turned out. So we do what we can with what we have.
La Yacata may not seem like much during the dry season. It’s bleak. I mean really bleak. Over the years, I have learned that its very barrenness sets the stage for the awe that is overwhelming in the rainy season. Like yin and yang.
It has inspired in me a passionate possessiveness that makes me understand why people would defend their land with their lives and yet I know that I don’t own La Yacata, rather it owns me.
There is a steadfastness, a timelessness. These stones have stood here for countless generations. I am grounded. I am given a whole new perspective. I am set free.
Well, that’s enough of all that new-age hippie silliness. If you are still curious and how we came to be where we are, you can search through the early posts and peel back the layers of the story or you can pick up the compiled e-book version, La Yacata Revolution: How NOT to Buy a Piece of Heaven in Mexico, which is FREE for the next few days. It’s up to you.