South of the Border, down Mexico way
If I’d known I would end up living in Arizona, I should have studied Spanish at school, rather than French and German. Where I sit is about 180 miles from the Mexican border, and it heavily influences the local culture, from food through music (as we can hear if we open our windows on a Saturday night) through to lucha libre. But despite the relative proximity, my sole experience of Mexico had been a couple of days in Rocky Point. That resort bears about as much similarity to the “real” country, as Taco Bell does to authentic Mexican cuisine. However, inspired by YouTube videos – and I freely admit, that might have been a mistake – we ventured deep into the interior of Mexico, to the town of Sayulita. For a visit, but perhaps with a view to permanent residency, if we liked it.