We’ve been in Merida, Mexico for just over a week. It’s been a week full of new adventures and experiences. Our flight down was uneventful if you consider the length of time it took as uneventful. Doug was not feeling well as he’d picked up a cold just before leaving Washington. When we arrived in LA his ears were really aching. It was 10:00 PM and we had a two hour lay-over. We found some Sudafed and then a place in the airport to “camp-out” for awhile. Why do they always have armrests between the seats in airport terminals??? Just to keep us lay-over folks from being able to stretch out on the chairs??
As people gathered for our Mexico City leg it was a noticeably Latin group. All the intercom calls relating to the passengers were made in Spanish and mostly to check passports. We were beginning to feel like the foreigners we were soon to be.
Since it was our best chance of sleep, and Doug was a hurtin’ unit, we opted to splurge and upgrade to first class for the LA to Mexico City leg, if available. Oh surprise, it was available.
Once boarded in our comfy first class seats, we became familiar with our attendant. He provided beverages and since it was free, we had dinner (hmmm, really, dinner?) of pulled pork sandwiches at midnight (PST). We seemed to have got our second wind and enjoyed the comfort, drinks, food and our novels too late into the night.
About 3 AM (PST) after maybe a couple hours sleep, we were landing in Mexico City (5 AM). Bummer, where did the night go?
Yes, we too were dragging as we drug our luggage through customs and set about finding a place to “camp” for four hours while awaiting the next leg of our journey. I actually sacked out on the floor in a corner for a bit.
Around 9:30 AM our gate for the 10:30 AM flight was finally posted so we headed out to continue the wait.
By 10:30 all the passengers had been waiting for close to an hour but no sign of the plane boarding anytime soon. Finally, around 10:50 we began boarding for the 10:30 flight. No excuses or explanations.
The Aeromexico attendants wore these cute, little, red, pillbox hats. Looked like something out of Mad Men, or the ’60’s.
The Merida airport was small. A quick in for the bags and out for a taxi. There were no taxi’s around but a booth where you could purchase tickets on a van to town. The van driver didn’t speak English, yet, Doug was able to communicate the address of our rental home.
The ride to town was straight forward. The airport is on the edge of the city, no countryside views. When we got to the house there was no one here. Across the street is a little café so I wandered in to see if I could borrow a phone. However, I was unsuccessful in communicating my wish in Spanglish. No English spoken there. There were tables of diners who looked like Gringos, however, no one came to my rescue.
Next, Doug gave it a try, however, he approached the Gringas to borrow a phone. They weren’t very pleasant but helped with a phone. So far first impressions of Merida were wanting. He came back and we waited about 15 minutes for someone to arrive.
The house was just like the pictures online. It’s an old structure with modern interior design. The pool is still too cold to use, but soon…
Casa Cultura, also known as LA68, is across the street. It’s a little café that serves breakfast, coffees, sandwiches, pizza and drinks. They have International movies in an open air theatre every night. They also have a small gift shop and sponsor cultural activities such as a home and garden tour every Wednesday. We’ve had breakfast and lunch as well as purchased homemade Sangrita to sip with our sipping tequila. Haven’t made it to a movie as yet. They’re mostly with sub-titles, either Spanish or English.
In the first week, I found four blocks down the street, a yoga studio, Merida Bunker, with classes that meet Monday – Thursday at 8 and 10 AM and Sat at 9 AM. I pay $850 pesos for 12 classes which comes to less than $5.50 USD/class. Nice!
Classes are tough! I sweat like I’ve done cardio and my muscles are feeling the work-out. Here we do head/forearm stands every class, it’s part of the program. “Inversions are an important part of yoga.” I’m liking it. The classes are in Spanish and most of the students are Mexican.
Speaking of cardio…I also found a Zumba center 2 blocks down from the yoga studio! Zumba classes are M-W-S at 8:30 AM. The classes are taught by a Canadian ex-pat and the attendees are all U.S. or Canadian. Pretty much everyone is around my age. It’s high energy and fun and only $200 pesos for 20 classes (less than $2.00 USD/class).
Another two blocks from the house is the English Library. As Doug was signing up for an annual membership, I met George who told me about Spanish classes beginning the next day. The Spanish classes were across the street from the library.
The library hosts different events including a monthly Meet and Greet, free Saturday morning lectures on different topics, once a month Wine Tasting with the Home and Garden Tour as well as having books to loan.
Our Spanish classes are taught by a former Mexican flight attendant by the name of Julissa. She is the only teacher in Merida of the Warren Hardy Spanish language method. Doug and I had read about this method a couple weeks before leaving the NW and were very interested. Funny how it all falls into place. Our classes are Tuesday and Thursday from 2-4 PM and Saturday from 10-12 AM. Our calendar is filling fast!
We’ve learned a lot, done a lot and met a lot of very friendly people. As you may have noted, our house is very well located for walking. We’ve also had to figure out how to get groceries. That is still a work in process. We flagged a cab (all metered in Merida) to get to Costco (spoken Causco in English) and the driver, in Spanish, told Doug to just walk it’s only 4 blocks. We knew we had missed something. So, the next cabby had Doug write where we wanted to go on paper. He correctly spelled Costco. Oh, si, he could take us to Co-z-co (spoken with long O sounds).
Learning any Spanish will be very helpful. Our maid and yard man do not speak any English either! Most local people don’t speak English or prefer to have us try Spanish. Our heads are spinning a bit, but we’re enjoying the adventure. We’ve had drinks at the home of new friends and are going tomorrow night to a meet and greet of North American ex-pats. As a good friend always says, ‘we are always in our proper place’. Wow, what a week!