Safe Home

When I paid my rent the other day here at the apartment complex in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico, where I now live, I stopped to chat for a short while with the manager in his office. Francesco is a sweet Mexican man in his early 70s, a retired teacher, who, with his wife, Maria, has been managing this clean, safe, quiet, well-manicured complex for over forty years – she manning the office during the day on weekdays, and he, in the evenings and on Saturdays.

Spanish-language newspapers were open and spread over his large desk. I interrupted his news-reading and sat in a chair nearby. After the customary (and requisite) polite pleasantries – “Como estas? Bien, bien, gracias! Y tu?” on both sides – we talked about the news. We began our conversation in Spanish but soon switched to English, as is often the case here in San Miguel, where the locals’ ability to speak some English is far better than the old gringos’ rickety Spanish.

“So what do you think of Trump?” I ventured in Spanish.

Francesco looked at me incredulously. “El es malo — y loco” (He is bad – and crazy), he said.

“Are you afraid of what he might do?” I asked.

“Oh, no.” Francesco smiled and leaned back in his chair, professorially. “Mexico is a very old country. We’ve been through a lot. We know how to survive.

“So now that Trump is in charge, we’ll just do more business with our neighbors to the south. Or with China. Or Europe. Or Africa. We’ll eat more avocados every week at home if we don’t export as many as before.” He smiled conspiratorially.

“We’ll be fine, Bonnie. We are a happy people. We don’t need much to be happy.”

And then I asked my most burning question, expressing to him my chronic concern, especially since Trump’s inauguration and the rising tensions between the U.S. (my country, which I’ve sadly, privately, jokingly renamed “Trumplandia”) and Mexico:

“Francesco, do you think that Mexico will want to throw us gringos out – in retaliation for what Trump plans to do?” I made a gesture as if tossing out a pail of dirty water.

He shook his head. “Oh, no, Bonnie, Mexico is not like that. We would not do that. We are…” As he looked for the right word, he put his arms out as if in a hug.

“Embracing?”

“Yes! That’s the word! Embracing. We prefer to embrace other people.”

I remembered that the word for hug in Spanish is abrazo. I recalled that the owner of a fun fabric shop here in San Miguel called Abrazos, Patrice Wynne, told me that the deeper meaning of the word abrazo translates to embrace – “on every level – humans and hearts,” she said.

Before I left his office, Francesco took my hand.

“Don’t worry, Bonnie. You will always be safe here. This is your home. We are family here. No harm will come to you. Maria and I will see to that.”

As I walked back to my apartment (“my little lily pad,” I call it), close to tears, through the apartment complex’s central, communal, courtyard/garden area, redolent with the fragrance of orange blossoms, on that sunny and warm last Saturday in January, I counted my blessings.

My rent here (all utilities, cable, and Internet included), plus food and other necessities of life and a few not-so-necessary miscellany, such as a movie now and then or lunch in town with a friend, come to just under $1,000 (U.S.) a month – roughly equivalent to my Social Security income. I have not yet had to raid my meager retirement savings. I am thankful that I can afford to live safely and happily here in Mexico as a retiree.

A partial view of the courtyard/garden at my apartment complex in SMA
A partial view of the courtyard/garden at my apartment complex in SMA in a photo taken today

In my opinion it is not at all unpatriotic for concerned Americans to leave the country and live elsewhere as ex-pats – especially now. In 1996, when Bill Clinton was in the White House, I proudly joined the United States Peace Corps to serve my country as a volunteer in the rainforest of Central Africa for two years. Then, and since, whenever and wherever I’ve traveled or lived overseas I’ve felt like a U.S. ambassador: showing the locals that not all Americans fit the ugly stereotype of rich, rude, and pushy.

It feels good to me now to show people here, such as dear Francesco, that not all Americans admire or support Donald Trump, nor are we malo y loco like him.

10 thoughts on “Safe Home”

  1. Gracias, Bonnie. It is always a surprise to find oneself quoted but also joyous to know that one’s words are useful to others. I have posted this to FB as I know it will alleviate the fears being aroused by this man. Francisco’s words are similar to other Mexicans who have told me that he is crazy and that the Mexican culture will not retaliate, it is not their nature to do so. I believe this is true.

  2. Sam Miguel is such a wonderful place. I went three winters in a row but this year I am taking a break . I miss that town even though it has its own problems. Ah, poor America. And as you see, we in Canada have out own devils.

  3. Lovely blog, Bonnie. I’m glad you live in such a welcoming, warm place. You’re a good representative for us!

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