Bob Becomes a Mexican

No, he hasn’t actually applied for Mexican citizenship. Yet. He hasn’t even applied for his FM3 Visa (long-term residency) . But in an important way, he has “become a Mexican”. During our time in Baja, we’ve often laughed about the vendors who show up at our beach location or house wearing winter ski parkas and commenting on how “Muy frio!” the weather conditions are on a particular day. This is a commonly heard comment made by Mexicans filling our gas tank at gas stations, or any other time a Mexican is politely trying to make idle conversation with someone who is clearly not bi-lingual. “Como esta?” they ask. Then “Muy frio hoy!” We chuckle, as we’re usually wearing short-sleeved t-shirts and shorts/capris as these comments are made. So “Muy frio!” has become a bit of a joke in our household – said anytime our indoor/outdoor thermometer registers below 72 degrees, anytime the wind picks up and forces us to put on a jacket while we sit outside to read or drink coffee/beer, anytime we have to close the windows in the Arctic Fox to keep it “warm” inside. Lately Bob has been saying “Muy frio!” more in earnest. His blood seems to have thinned to that of a Mexican. Late this afternoon we were sitting outside during cocktail hour waiting for the sun to set and the full moon to rise, and Bob suggested that perhaps it was too cold to sit out, shaking his head and mumbling “Muy frio!” See the photo below to note his attire, and take note that the thermometer registered 70 degrees at the time. Though, in fairness, the wind was blowing about 10 knots. As usual, we expect no sympathy from our readers.