Posts Tagged“House Sitting”

Ahem, ahem. Check 1…2, check 1…2. Is this thing on? Hello? Can anyone hear me? It’s us, Jason and Deidre breaking our radio silence. It’s been a while since we’ve written anything and the last time we checked in with you, we were wading in poop water, tearing our hair out and considering running for the hills. Not a great cliffhanger to leave you on so I don’t blame you if you thought we quit traveling (and the blog) and that I’ve been spending my time ironing my Dockers and interviewing for office jobs. While I do forgive you thinking…

Poop Water

Here’s a list of things I’d prefer to be doing at 2 a.m. – #1 Sleeping. That’s it, end of list. Sorry to disappoint you party people, but I’m old. So on a night not so long ago when it was two o clock in the morning and we were on our hands and knees mopping up water that smelled like poop, I was seriously reconsidering this fabulous life of house sitting that seemed to have gone so wrong. The idea of house sitting sounds great, right? We stay in other people’s homes – homes that are fantastic and that we could…

Copenhagen Canal

So Deidre and I are coming up on three years in Mexico. Wow, three years, just typing that is incredibly hard to believe but it’s true. Mexico is huge, we love it and we haven’t even come close to seeing all of it, but recently we really needed a break. Other than short jaunts to the United States to visit family and a quick weekend in Cuba we haven’t left Mexico in years and were itching to see someplace new. I know, we’re jerks but we needed a vacation from the very place that many people vacation to. We had a…

Our Xcalak Backyard

We have shared before how we weren’t sure if returning to house sitting in Xcalak was a good idea for us. It had nothing to do with our feelings on the town (which we love) or the people here (who we love), and more to do with a concern about having ‘been there, done that.’ We started a life of travel in order to escape repetition and consistency so we’re constantly checking in on ourselves to make sure that we’re not getting too comfortable or complacent. Because of this, we certainly had a concern or two heading back to this town we…

Peoplesickness

I’m not a big talker. Never have been. In conversations, meetings, social events I think a lot before bringing up a topic of conversation or responding to someone.  I mean I think A LOT. I think through entire scenarios, conversations or events in my head before saying something. Or maybe I say nothing, I just keep thinking. I’m so much fun at parties, you should definitely invite me over. “Do you want to go to the museum tomorrow?” Jason will ask. “Let me think about it” I’ll respond. And I do. I think about it. I do some research online…

“Do you ever work?,” “It must be nice not having a job,” “You’re so lucky you don’t have to deal with Mondays,” and “You might be the laziest people I know” are just a few things we’ve heard recently. I mean I get it. We live in Mexico, land of beaches, siestas and free-flowing tequila, right? (Wrong). And here we constantly are telling and showing you about the amazing sunsets we’ve witnessed and our fun excursions and explorations. So I understand that people might have gotten the impression that we live a life of leisure. Laziest people alive? Sure, I’m sure some people out…

Patzcuaro Vendors

Landing in a new location every few weeks or months can be a bit disorienting. It’s not just trying to remember where the bathroom is in the middle of the night or the trick to getting the key to work in the front door. It’s also trying to figure out where the grocery store is, where to find staples such as wine and coffee, and where the hospital is because, as my history has proven, there’s a good chance it will be needed. We’ve found that the best way to orient ourselves in a new house sit and start to feel…

House sitting

Lately there’s been one question I keep getting asked that I really, really hate, primarily because I have absolutely no idea how to answer it – “what’s your address?” Because as full-time house sitters, a permanent address just isn’t a thing. That’s right, we don’t have an address. If I try to tell the person asking that I don’t have an address the looks I get back are incredulous. I believe they think I’m lying or homeless or just trying to avoid getting junk mail. I noticed I got asked this question a lot when we were back in the…

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