Two Moose on an Iceberg

Caught your attention, right? We are here in Newfoundland, in search of both moose and icebergs, haven’t seen either yet. No worries, we are not leaving this incredible, enormous island until we have seen both. Maybe not the moose on the iceberg, that is pretty far fetched. A polar bear maybe.

We did see a bear yesterday, while on a boat tour on a “pond” surrounded by extremely tall cliffs which have been gouged out by glaciers many, many years ago. I love how the Newfies call their lakes ponds. Some of their ponds go on for miles and miles. There is water everywhere. If we are not gawking at the coastline, we are crossing a bridge over a “brooke” (river) with roaring rapids, or driving on and on along an endlessly stretching pond.

Our first foray towards seeing icebergs took us inland to a provincial (state)campground called Sir Richard Squires. The drive was fine the first couple hours, until we had to turn off the highway onto a bumpy gravel road. This was nearby where we saw the dead moose lying on the side of the road. We aren’t counting this a a moose sighting, too sad. They aren’t kidding about watching where you are driving. He was huge. Anyway this road went on for about an hour, with everything inside the RV rattling like crazy. Finally we turned into the campground, which was mostly empty and got to pick our site. The ranger said in about two weeks the place will blow up with salmon fishermen. We backed into our chosen site, with the roaring river rapids directly below us, beyond a steep cliff. For the next two nights we both had nightmares about the RV rolling backwards down the cliff into the river. But the scenery and the water sounds were good enough to keep us from moving.

We had some great hikes around the area, and learned how the salmon will be arriving to swim up the rapids to spawn. How can they possibly do that? I couldn’t even imagine a grown man swimming up river let alone a fish. Nature is amazing. Our plan was to continue on down the bumpy gravel road towards a little town called Hampden, where there had recently been iceberg sightings. But after chatting with the ranger, he told us the road actually continues to get worse, until “Maybe you could drive it if you had a pick up truck.” Oh boy. Our only option was to turn around and head up another route.

So we made a management decision to head on to another destination, Gros Morne National Park, where we took the boat ride and saw the bear. The crazy thing about this boat ride was it involved a 2 mile hike in to the pond. No roads go to it. The boats were actually flown in, in pieces. But it was worth it. We felt like we were in Norway, or somewhere with fjords and cliffs and waterfalls. So stunning.

We have been told about an iceberg festival going on north of us, so that is our plan, to head north. There is also a Viking Settlement up north, as well as boat tours to see whales.

Today is rainy and dreary, but it’s okay. Green Point Campground, where we are now, has us camping on the coast. Its a rocky coastline, very dramatic with lobster boats cruising along checking their traps. So today we will fire up the heater, stay warm and dry inside and catch up on our books or maybe even a Netflix movie. Gotta love glamping.

 

Hippie Bus Wayne quote for the day:
If you think you are too small to have an impact in this world, try going to sleep with a mosquito in the RV.
Peace, Love and happiness.

 

 

Return to Wayne’s Bluebird Vineyard

Here we sit, in the middle of this lovely piece of property that we used to own, out in the middle of Kempton, PA and sipping on some of Wayne’s delicious wine. About 10 years ago, we had a dream to create a vineyard, grow our own grapes and make our own wine. And we did all that.

Sounds so simple, but the work involved on establishing a vineyard was huge. Wayne did a LOT of research on the whole process. Also we would often stop in at a local winery and begin to pick the Vintners brains, until I could tell they would start to become suspicious, and shut down with useful info. Who wants to give away secrets to a potential competitor right?

Wayne put in over 500 baby vines and tenderly cared for them for the next 3 years. That is the soonest you can get a grape harvest. It was a struggle. True farming with all the same issues for sure. Deer helping themselves? You bet. Birds? One season the birds almost wiped out our whole crop. Diseases? Ask Wayne about the zoot suit he wore to spray. BTW it is impossible to make wine completely organically no matter what the label says.

We did it, got our first harvest and proceeded to mayka ze wine. Everyone (almost) loves to drink wine, but where did everyone disappear to when it was time to pick grapes? I love my nephews, Patrick and Kevin. They rose to the occasion more than once.  I recall one picking session where Patrick and I loaded buckets of grapes into my Subaru and headed home, leaving Wayne to finish up. Since the property is near to Leaser Lake we made a stop and took the little dinghy out for some fishing. Very enjoyable.

As we got back into the car I noticed a spider crawling on the dash. Then my phone rang. Wayne said “We made a mistake! The grape bunches are loaded with spiders! Get them out of your car!” Ha! Still had to drive a ways home. Let me tell you, I had spiders appearing in my car for months afterwards. Almost caused quite a few accidents. And nothing worse than thinking they were all gone, then getting in the car at 6 am to head to work and seeing a web across the dash. Crap! Not a good way to start the day.

I won’t go into the details of wine making, but there are a lot of details. Constant pruning testing, de-stemming, crushing, adjusting, waiting and more waiting. There was a lot of equipment buying involved as well. One day I noticed an old huge fruit press sitting on someone’s front porch. We did need one of those. So we knocked on their door, and asked them if they wanted to sell it. The owner said “Sure! It was my grandfather’s apple press and its been sitting there for years.” 100 bucks and it was ours. They go for upwards of $1000 so we got a bargain.

As everyone knows, wine has to sit for at least a couple years before becoming drinkable. We had many full carboy jugs sitting in our basement over the years.

Then came bottling time. Another crazy process. We had accumulated quite a collection of empty bottles which needed sterilizing. And we bought a corker. That was my job. Wayne got to fill them, cursing while trying to fill them just right which was easier said than done.

And if you bottle too soon, beware. I’ll never forget one morning while upstairs in my kitchen I kept hearing this random popping noise coming from the basement. Turns out if the wine is not finished fermenting before bottling, the build up of pressure inside the bottles will cause those snug corks to shoot right out of the bottle. What a mess!

Okay, enough memories. We had sold the property to a young couple who plan to build their dream home one day, and off we went to live on the beach in Mexico. We are crossing things off our bucket list one at a time. Anyway all those bottles of great wine were given out over the years to friends and family. What a treat it has been to stop in and say Hi, then to be given back one of our  bottles of wine on this trip.

Since we were in the area, Wayne wanted to drive by and check on the vines. Sadly, as we pulled up, it became obvious they weren’t being cared for and the vines had died. But the property is still lovely. There is an Arabian horse farm across the road and the Blue Mountains in the distance. We set up camp here for the night. Pulled out the grill, cooked some steaks, sat down and had us a couple glasses of Bluebird Vineyard wine.

Ahhh yes.

 

 

 

 

And the (RV) Beat Goes On

Time is flying by for some reason and my blogging is lagging. So Wayne has decided to help me out. We are learning how to choose where to camp, or “glamp” as my nephew calls it. Reading reviews before making a reservation is so important. And entertaining at times. Most State Parks offer free overnight stays, but without amenities such as water and electric. This is totally doable with our RV if we fill up the water tank and use our generator. It’s called boondocking.

Wayne found a site online to boondock and proceeded to peruse the reviews. Hoo Boy, did he find a doozy. The review was written by a woman who stayed there and had a drunk knocking on her door at 1 am. So she proceeded to spray him with a can of bear spray. The drunk called the police and the police told her to leave….guess the guy was a local. So Wayne said no way and found us a site at Stone Mountain Campground. We were still driving up the Blue Ridge Parkway and it looked on the map to be right off it. Now the map is flat (obviously) and doesn’t show elevation. The Parkway has elevations upwards of 3000 feet and this campground turned out to be at the bottom of this mountain. The GPS was going in and out so Wayne convinced me to get out at a Gas Station and ask for directions.

“Oh yeah, just go down the road and turn right at the sign.” Right.

We went down the road looking for a sign. And down, and down. No sign. Miles later we finally turned around after much yelling at each other about whose fault this all was, and drove right past the Gas Station and still no sign.

“Maybe he meant the other way, and besides I think I saw a mountain of stone the other direction off the parkway.” This was Wayne talking as I was just sitting there in my seat sulking. Once again we pulled over for directions in somebody’s driveway. Wayne got out this time. He returned and said apparently there IS NO Sign, you just have to make the first right after the Station. Then right again after the white church. We turn right and a little ways we see a little white church and turn again. Down the mountain we drive as the road gradually becomes a gravel road, then narrows to almost a path. Nope. No way. This can’t be right and how the hell are we going to turn around?

We manage to turn around and head back up the mountain. Again. And guess what we find but another white church. Lots of churches around here for sure.

The campground turned out to be lovely, next to a stream. We set up, pull out our lounge chairs, build a fire, and relax. And the beat goes on.

Hippie Bus Wayne’s Quote For The Day:

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – Mark Twain
Peace, Love and happiness

 

 

 

ML Pushes Wayne’s Buttons

One might think that all there is to starting up RV living is to pack some clothes, decide where to go and hit the road. Wrong. We just experienced a major learning curve, which isn’t easy for us old farts. What the heck are all these buttons and switches for in this rig? And how does the water system, the slider, the electrical system and the generator work? And what is this dog bone thingie for? You get the point.

Thank God we had arranged to stay with our daughter Lynn, son-in-law Dean and grandson Preston for a couple days. They had an enormous amount of patience showing us the ropes of our new RV home. And Preston made it all fun 🙂

And then we were off! First stop Asheville, NC. Our plan is to make our way to the Blue Ridge Parkway and travel northward. With Wayne as the driver and me as the navigator, I got a little bored during the long drive. And a little curious about buttons in front of me. How about this one, labeled ASR? Hmmm…No clue. So I pushed it. Nothing happened. Weird. About 15 minutes later, Wayne says “Uh oh, we got a problem. There is a yellow triangle with an exclamation point on the speedometer.” So I climb into the back, pull out the operators manual, and open to the first page. Warning! “Warning notes make you aware of dangers which could pose a threat to your health or life, or to the health and life of others.”  We were screwed. Wayne pulls into the first rest stop we pass. It’s lunchtime anyway. One of the many bonuses to driving around in your home is the easy access to a fridge and a cabinet full of food. 

Wayne begins reading the manual and happens to mention the letters ASR. Oops! I hop up and take a closer look at that button I was pushing earlier, and yep, those are the letters on it. So I push it again and Poof! Warning triangle disappears. Someone wasn’t very happy with my button pushing, so I guess no more of that for me.

We made it to Asheville otherwise uneventfully, and got to enjoy the magnificent Biltmore Estate. That Vanderbilt guy has loads of money and vision! One house with 44 bathrooms and 33 guest rooms is just crazy. The gardens were beautiful. Will be posting pics on FB when I figure out which of the hundreds I took should be posted. Could be a problem 🙂

Campground # 2 is our first KOA which is pretty nice. We backed the rig up to the lake, pulled out our lounge chairs, built a fire and roasted some weenies. This RV life is pretty darn good.

Hippie Bus Wayne quote for the day:

Life is like a road trip – enjoy each day and don’t carry too much baggage. Peace, Love and happiness.

Mucuchye (MOO-KOO-EE-CHE) Cenotes Hacienda Mucuyche, the Ultimate Yucatan Cenote Experience.

We heard of this hacienda through word of mouth, which, down here is how we learn about almost all cool places. It isn’t far from Merida, and just opened about a year ago. While many cenotes which have been opening to the public recently consist of a type of access built down into them and an entrance fee of anywhere from $30 pesos (about $2 US) on up, this cenote was developed by a company with a vision, and wealth.

This eighteenth century hacienda had livestock and henequen and a distillery. Originally it was part of the vast possessions of the Peon family. The property was still in the hands of Josefina Peon until very recently. 

The cost is $400 pesos, unless you have your residency card and INAPAM card. We got in for only $140 pesos ($7 US) for the day.

After parking we were introduced to our wonderful guide Anoop, who is from India by the way, who gave us a great tour of the Hacieanda and told us many interesting details about the history. The buildings still standing are works of art. The original machinery is massive. Then we were off to the cenotes.

This first cenote is where the Empress Carlotta swam in 1865 before leaving for Paris to beg her uncle Napoleon III for an army and some funds. The story goes no one would swim in this cenote as they believed there was some type of bad karma. Carlotta insisted on swimming in it, so elaborate stairs were built.  They discovered another cenote covered below the old well. This second cenote is much deeper than the first.  A gorgeous channel was dug between the two cenotes, where you swim with a tour guide into the second cenote. It looks like what I image paradise might look like. The stalagmites and stalactites are ginormous! The lighting is spectacular. And the guide is storytelling and picture taking with your camera the entire time. 

After all this you are invited to relax on the property, swim in their Olympic pool (we were the only ones it it) and eat in their restaurant.

What a day.

 

 

 

Pablo Takes Us Exploring Deep Into the Jungle

We have befriended a special person, who gives tours in Grotus Loltun. Pablo was born and raised in this area, where the underground Caverns, or dry cenotes, extend for miles and miles. If you haven’t taken this tour, it’s a must. But having seen Grotus Loltun several times, Pablo asked us if we would like to go with him on a private tour to see some sights never before seen by other than the local Mayan people.

Pablo had chosen to show us Mayan ruins for us to explore and an Italian Village deep in the Yucatan. An Italian Village in the Jungle? Yes, seriously. Our curiosity was peaked for sure. Our first site  was the ruins, after a 40 minute bumpy road drive eastward. He explained if it were possible to keep driving in this direction we would arrive at the Guatemalan border. However apparently the road doesn’t go all the way. It just stops.  Pablo explained that no one ever continued to build the road after the last village. Okay.

We pulled over on the side of the road and trekked a short distance, until looking up we saw the remains of an incredible Mayan Pyramid. No one around! Amazing. See my photos. Pablo pointed out other hills and what looked like just piles of rocks. Apparently these also are ruins, but have been covered up by trees and other jungle growth over past many hundreds of years. I think of the Chichen Itza and other famous Mayan ruins, and here in front of us are some elaborate ruins, all alone and so gorgeous. The walls are such works of art. And the structures are still standing after many many hundreds of years. Mind boggling.

Pablo explained that there are thousands and thousands of ruins just waiting to be discovered here in the Yucatan. He grew up playing as a child on the ruins and in the caverns. He and his brothers brought home many ancient Mayan relics, not realizing the importance of the history of everything around him.

We all piled back in the truck and off we went in search of the Italian Village. Pablo told us the story of how a group of Italians immigrated to the Yucatan in search of a place where they could live together in peace, becoming self sustaining and completely organic. They arrived about 10 years ago and its incredible how far their community has been developed.

My first observation included a high stone wall with barbed wire atop. What were they keeping out? Or in? We were told to enter after pushing a doorbell and identifying ourselves. The gate opened and closed behind us. We drive down a paved road with fruit trees and farm fields surrounding us. Then we started to see buildings. Gorgeous! Very colorfully painted, with artistic stone structures and fountains. Very Italian looking. Kind of surreal. Inside we went to their restaurant which is open to the public. After feasting on, of course, delicious Italian dishes and Italian wine, we were asked if we would like to have a tour of the property.

We were truly overwhelmed by how well developed and smoothly functional this little community of about 25 people is. From the farming, goat herds, cows, chickens, to the hydroponic process of crop growing, and right down to the sharing and delegating of responsibilities it was mind blowing. And then we entered the Spa, where they offer to the public extreme pampering with massages, reflexology, hydrotherapy, sauna, gym, and much more I can not even remember. I even spotted a school and a playground. A complete world of its own.

We then took a drive down the road, with our tour person explaining how everyone gets together and makes all decisions as a whole, and finances are completely shared. We pulled over and trekked into the jungle, and you guessed it, we were shown another amazing gorgeous Mayan pyramid ruin. So much to absorb, we all were a little overwhelmed. What an honor to be shown all this incredible history.

After driving a little further, we were shown their man made lake. Be sure to check out my photos. Stunning place. The building with the three GIANT Mayan masks is actually a place where you can stay overnight. Apparently late at night and early in the morning wild animals come to drink from the lake. Watch ofor the jaguar!

We told Pablo it was such a special and amazing day and thanked him for sharing. Next time he wants to take us down into some caverns only explored by locals. Pablo said he loves his country and his heredity and loves sharing it with others. Anyone who wants his contact info, we will gladly provide it so you can also experience what we have. What an experience.

Tomorrow we plan to travel to Hacienda Cenote Muchuyche, as we have been told this is also a magical experience. Stay tuned to Part 2 of the adventure.

 

 

Las Tortugas

Well it certainly has been a while for one of my blogs. Been way too busy having fun here in Mexico. But today’s find on the beach made me realize it is way past time to blog again.

Turtle nests! Yes there are an abundance of turtle nests along our beach coast line this year. Wayne, who walks almost every morning along the beach, has been reporting new nests left and right. He can tell there is a nest by the distinctive trail up from the water, made by the female turtle literally pushing herself from the water to (hopefully) near the dunes. Then there is a nest placed which consists of a ditch with lots of markings in it where the female dug a ditch,deposited, then covered up her eggs. Finally there is a separate path leading back down to the water. Very cool.

The problem in this area is that although it is illegal to ride ATVS and horses along the beach, many people still do it, and they can easily destroy the nests. If you ever are on the beach here, my Telchac amigos, and see this happening, please explain to them how this is very bad for the turtles. I stopped one family riding an ATV and explained with my limited Spanish, and there were gracious and immediately left the area.

So when we find a new nest, we contact our local Tortuga expert. She comes by and relocates the nest, if necessary, to the dunes, and marks the location by GPS. She then monitors the nest until they hatch. Hatching occurs approximately 60 days after incubation. The mother never returns to the nest. The babies are on their own to break out of their shell and make their way to the sea.

We are hoping to be able to witness one of these hatching sessions. How amazing would that be.

Trouble In Paradise

Living in another country has its ups and downs for sure. For that matter, living in the USA has its ups and downs as well. But I have to tell you about our experience dealing with a little bit of Mexican bureaucracy. This is a true story, and hang in there following it because it goes here and there and doesn’t even have an ending yet. Oh no, far from it.

To live in Mexico, we began the process of obtaining our residency visas in Philadelphia. That was quite a process in itself, which I will share with anyone interested, but for now, this story picks up after our arrival in Mexico with a card stapled in our passports stating we were okay to be here and needed to continue the visa process in Mexico.

Okey dokey. We were told the next step had to be done at the immigration office. Off we go to the immigration office in Merida. After about 2 or 3 visits there we finally had all the documentation required. We were each given a ticket and were told to take them to a bank and pay $200 a piece for this process to continue. No problema. We went to a bank, paid and returned another day with the receipts. This is where it became obvious things were not going well. When it was our turn to be helped, all the workers huddled together in a nearby office and began a serious conversation with much gesturing and referring to a large manual type book. Uh oh. After the lengthy huddle broke up, our person, along with a person who spoke some english came over to us and explained that there was a problem (no duh) and we should not be here at the Merida office, but rather at the Progreso office closer to our house. There is an immigration office closer to our house? Why didn’t anyone tell us this at the beginning of this process?

Okay, so we would continue everything in Progreso right? No wrong. We would have to start all over, including paying the $200 apiece, again, in Progreso. What about the money we already paid at the bank? That money would be refunded to us after we returned to their office another day for a letter asking for the refunds.

THE REFUND

Now I apologize but this is really where this story begins. So if you have had enough, quit here and move on. Believe me I would LOVE to have quit here but I am stubborn so onward I pursued. We got 2 letters stating (we assumed as it was in Spanish) why we were due a refund and directions where we had to go for these refunds. NO… refunds are NOT given at the bank. Why would you ever think that? Well, okay, we asked that question too. No reason, just because.

We went to the office where refunds apparently are given, and after about an hour, were told we would not be able to obtain refunds until we opened a Mexican bank account and returned with a copy of the contract and a statement. So off we went and opened an account. But we would need to wait until a statement was available.

Time passes by, and I try to go online to obtain a copy of a statement. No can do. For some mysterious reason I am locked out of our account online. Back to the bank we go. They are able to unlock the account, however when I ask them for a copy of our statement, we are told that is not possible. WHAT? No statement? That’s right. We would have to go home and print it out ourselves. And guess what, we get home and our account is still locked. So bizarre. You can’t make this s#*#^ up.

We return to the bank and this time it is suggested I download a copy of our statement and attach it to an email to this nice gentleman at the bank and he will print it out for me. Whew! Well okay, so now we have everything we need to go get our refund right? Wrong.

We return to the government office with our papers, and are told NO, we can NOT both get our refunds as the system will not be able to give both our refunds to the same bank account. I would have to return to the bank and open up my own account. What? Why didn’t they tell us this the last time? Don’t ask. Okay fine, can we at least get Wayne’s refund while we are here?

No can do. First we would need to make an appointment to come back to get the refund. OMG okay fine. We sit down with the appointment maker person. She asks us for his RFC number. WTF is that? Apparently this is some sort of Mexican tax number. And guess what? She wants us to come back to get one of these numbers so we can make an appointment to come back. Dear. God. Help. me.

Well now we all need to take a deep breath. And relax. Because this is where I need to leave you. Because I need to return to the bank for my account and some other s@#$! I’m not really sure.

You can’t make this up. Thanks for listening.

 

 

We Swam With The Whale Sharks

I never really heard of whale sharks before. Have you? From their name, they sound rather intimidating right? And who in their right mind would voluntarily swim with any type of shark, let alone a gigantic one, literally the size of a bus. Well, turns out that is exactly what we were going to do.

We planned a trip to Isla Mujeres, which is a really cool small island off the coast of Cancun. We are not big fans of Cancun as it is all blown up with massive condos and such. So we drove right through Cancun, and took the car ferry to Isla. Wayne had done some research and told me the only thing we must do was swim with the whale sharks. What? Sure enough, there were boat excursions to go and swim with these creatures.

And off we went with our snorkel gear, about 8 other brave souls, El Capitan, and the first mate named Allen. Now I have to say the boat trip to find the whale sharks was an experience in itself. Apparently they hang around a certain area out to sea nearby, up until the middle of September. Eventually they all leave this area and migrate from the warm waters of the Caribbean, thousands of miles to the Atlantic, the Pacific, even off the coast of Africa. So El Capitan was off on a mission to find them for us. And he was one determined dude. We were moving fast. The boat ride was wild. We traveled many miles out to sea, about an hours worth of miles. Couldn’t tell you how far out. How do these guys know where to go? From experience we were told.

Eventually the boat ride became slower and we started to see other boats off in the distance. El Capitan began to have lots of conversations with the other Capitans, all searching for the sharks. Then the excitement began, once they were spotted. Everyone was told to prepare their gear. Allen explained he would be taking us two at a time and we had to follow his instructions EXACTLY. No problemo.

Allen waited patiently for the right moment. Then he shouted “Okay jump!” And we jumped off into the water. Then he shouted “Swim! Follow me! Stay close to me!” Believe me we stayed very close and swam like hell. He took us right up to a whale shark. Wayne was right in front of his head. He told me they were looking into each others eyes. He said it was a life altering experience. He said his mouth was open and it looked like he was smiling. Meanwhile I was along side him and couldn’t believe how huge he was. About the size of a bus. Massively giant! He was swimming slowly so we just continued to swim along with him. Such beautiful markings on his body. The white spots were sparkly, almost surreal. Gradually our new friend started to dive below, until we no longer could see him. Sadly, it was over.

And now I will leave you with a few other crazy facts.

Although they are similar to whales, they are technically in the shark family. They are the largest fish in the sea, weighing up to 12 tons and over 46 feet long. They have about 3000 tiny teeth.

Now you are probably thinking how crazy to swim with them. But here is the deal. They are filter feeders, swimming with their mouths open to filter in the plankton. They do not eat people! Such gentle creatures, we truly are thankful to have experienced swimming with these whale sharks.

I Don’t Ever Want To Hear Any Complaints about Your DMV Experience Again

I’ve been saving this story for a special time, and since we are all having stress with current worldly weather and events I’m thinking now is the time so here goes.

We bought a pick up truck. We love our truck. It’s a Toyota Hilux, which you can’t even buy in the states BTW. Don’t ask me why, ask Toyota. Oh I need to tell you we ended up buying the truck with our credit card HA! We learned that we could not transfer money down here as easily as we thought, so we used a credit card. Go figure. Any way we bought the truck.

Next step, get the truck registered and get a license plate. Sounds simple? Yeah right. Off we go to the Mexican version of the DMV. Woah. We park, and walk a bit to the building. Outside of this building there is an open area with a roof  and at least a hundred chairs (not exaggerating) set up. This is where our journey began. You see, all these chairs were filled with people waiting to go inside to conduct some sort of driver related business.

We sit down. We look around. No other gringos like us. No worries. Other than a lot of double takes we have never had a bad experience taking care of business Mexican style.

Now each time someone was called to go inside, everyone…and I mean everyone stood up, moved a few seats forward, and sat down again.  Sigh, it was going to be a long day.

Finally we made it inside. And lo and behold, inside the building consists of… drum roll please….about only 50 chairs to wait your turn. Crazy. We wait. And wait. And wait some more. Our name is called yay! We go up to the window. Paperwork is completed. Lots of paperwork gets done here in Mexico. Usually after the paperwork is completed, there is and explanation to “Vuelve manana”. Thank goodness this time, after the paperwork is completed, we only had to proceed to the next set of chairs. And only 20 chairs in this area!

This area is where you pay. No problemo. We pay. And we are directed to the final set of chairs. OMG can it be we are at the last set of chairs? Yes! Our name is called and after signing multiple pages of God knows what, we are handed a registration card and a license plate! We kiss the plate, place the registration forms carefully in our paper folder and race out of there before someone changes their mind.

So don’t ever let me hear you complain about your visit to the DMV again 🙂

BTW, since this experience we have been told we can “Hire someone” to do this whole process when the time comes in two years to renew our registration for a few pesos. Well maybe we will just do that.car