Treasure Isla, the beginning of the successful Isla Mujeres Mystery series!

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North Beach, sun, sand, and turquoise water.

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5.0 out of 5 stars Fun beach read

Reviewed in the United States on October 28, 2019

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I totally enjoyed this book. The story has a nice flow. I liked the two 28-ish single ladies who are the stars of the story. I liked the restaurant owner with a secret crush on one of the ladies. 

Motos are an inexpensive mode of transport 

I liked the “moto” they tooled around the isla on (I had one when I lived in Europe, ah memories...). I liked Alfredo the crocodile. I liked the pirate connection. I liked Grandmama. And, I liked the ending in that everything was wrapped up.

There’s a lot of drinking, but I guess they’re in a resort area, and that’s what people often do. 

I found their drunken crypt “borrowing” amusing. I could actually envision two people carrying out things the way these two did. 

Sparky guarding Mundaca's tomb

I like that the author date stamps each chapter; it makes it easy to know when and how fast the story is happening. I really liked a character’s concern about his armpit odor; that’s reality. 

I learned that in Mexico, if a person is arrested, they must remain in jail until they can prove their innocence. Yikes. 

(Author's note: the law was recently changed to the adversarial system, similar to the American judicial system. Defendants can now be released until their trial.)

Another thing I liked: Before the story started, the author dedicated the book to her husband. 

It was a beautiful dedication and also provided the details one might like to know. 

Crocodile, he/she lives at the Mundaca Hacienda

I really appreciated that she shared it. Also, at the end of the story, the author discusses some inspiration for parts of the story. I appreciated that, too.

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Over 50? Take the risk, learn something new, go on an adventure...you're not dead yet!

Lawrie, launching Chris Craft. Me in the water!

Why women over 50 should start something big and new! 

That's the title of an interesting motivational article written by Julia Hook and shared on Facebook by a much younger friend, Kari Skaggs. I read it and I started thinking about my wacky life.

At age 50, I had recently switched careers for the tenth or twelfth time, and I was now managing a hotel in Canada. That year, I wanted to learn two new things. The first was to learn to Rollerblade (in-line skating), and the second was to prepare my income tax returns. Lawrie and I had, over the years, a succession of small businesses and had always relied on an accountant to do the tedious tax returns. Okay, I can do this.

Nana and Evan rowing on Okanagan Lake

Goal number one: I purchased a set of Rollerblades, a helmet, and hand protectors, and proceeded to figure out a five-mile-long route in our neighbourhood of Trout Creek, BC. 

It was a great workout, and I alternated between taking my rowboat out on Okanagan Lake for an hour every morning to strengthen my back muscles. I skated and rowed all year round for the six years that we lived in Summerland, except when the road was covered in snow or my boat was frozen to the dock.

Goal number two: I did my own income tax return. Easy. I was an employee and only had one official form to submit. Then, when an auditor from the Canada Revenue Agency called me at the hotel, asking a bunch of odd questions, I started to laugh.

"Laughing is not the normal response that I get when I call people to tell them we are auditing their files." He said.

I replied, "I turned 50 this year, and wanted to learn two new things." I said, and told him what they were.

He chuckled and asked, "So, how's the Rollerblading working out?"

"Apparently, much better than me doing my tax return."

Dinner on our beach, Isla Mujeres

When I was fifty-seven and Lawrie was sixty-six, we moved to Isla Mujeres, Mexico, to live on a tropical island in the Caribbean Sea. The incredulous comments from friends and family were quite interesting. They worried that Mexico was (according to American newscasters) dangerous! They worried because we would lose our free Canadian medical once we were out of the country for more than six months. They worried. We smiled.

Moving to Mexico was a fun, learning experience; however, retirement on a small island can be boring after a while. At age sixty-three, I decided I wanted to write a book. I self-published The Adventures of Thomas the Cat, then, when I turned sixty-five, I started writing my Isla Mujeres Mystery Series. 

Oh, and I started rollerblading again at age sixty-four, much to the amusement of the people who watched me skate in the little park just south of our house on Isla. I skated like a hockey player, with my broom out in front of me to sweep away the small rocks that the little kids liked to toss onto the concrete pad. 

I am a little taller now. 

Now, I am almost sixty-nine and on my own. I have recently moved to another city in Mexico, where I didn't know anyone. It is a struggle at times to make myself get out and meet people, but I am slowly working my way into the social fabric of the city. Every day I find new places to explore, new streets to walk, and new experiences to savour in San Miguel de Allende. 

The people are very friendly, and I have been invited to join several groups, but as one of my good friends on Isla used to say, "You and I are reluctant extroverts." 

I admit it. I am a reluctant extrovert, but it doesn't stop me from trying new things or starting a new adventure.

To you 50-year-old-youngins, you ain't dead yet, just because you've ticked over another decade. Enjoy the adventure!

Cheers, Lynda & Sparky

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Chihuahuas, chickens, children and clothing

A Pink Room make-over!

I had my hair done recently in San Miguel de Allende at The Pink Room. 

The calm, serene environment made me smile. 

It was nothing like my normal hair appointments on Isla Mujeres, where a parade of relatives, kids, and dogs, or even customers interested in buying clothes, ambled through my friend Amaranta Ancona Cerveras' home. 

She lived about a block south of my casa, and hair appointments were always an adventure. Behind her house were an assortment of roosters and chickens owned by a neighbour. The roosters didn't know they were scheduled to crow only at sunrise. 

They bellowed whenever they felt the need, which would set Amaranta's two ankle-biting chihuahua-security-alarms into a frenzy of barking and yapping. 

Neighbourhood chickens

Some days her large assortment of siblings, cousins, nieces, and nephews would be in and out of her house chatting, searching for another relative, or wanting their hair cut in a particular way for the start of school the next day.

I always marveled at Amaranta's unflappable ability to, as Katie Cain once said, simultaneously manage at least four clients. She was efficient, quick, and inexpensive. Color, shampoo, cut, blow-dry, and you were on your way. 

At my request, Amaranta spoke only Spanish to me, to try and force my brain to hear the words. I usually understood what she was saying, especially when the story was accompanied by hand gestures and hilarious facial expressions. I miss my monthly entertainment.

Two chihuahuas and her son, a few years ago

Amaranta and her young family have moved to the colonial town of Izamal, near Valladolid. The move was to benefit her son, with a better education at a good private school. She works at the Tattoo Barber Shop G-P in Izamal, taking appointments for new and former clients. She returns to the island on a fairly regular basis to visit with her large and extended family and take care of long-time customers. 

However, for me, that doesn't work. I just have to get used to the peace and quiet. It's relaxing, but not nearly as entertaining.

Now, where did I put my glass of champagne?

Cheers from Mexico, Lynda 

Wandy and Olga on a warm summer's evening

Islanders probably remember Amaranta's grandparents, Wandy and Olga, sitting on their front steps and greeting passersby. Wandy recently passed away, leaving another hole in the fabric of the neighbourhood. 

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Out and about in our new 'hood, San Miquel de Allende

Calle Quebrada near my place 

I am Canadian. I was born, raised, married, and lived in Canada for fifty-seven years, until Lawrie and I moved to Mexico in 2008. 

I love my country, but I admit, I really love the European feel of Mexican towns and cities, where small businesses are conveniently located. Similar to Isla Mujeres, in our new 'hood, I can find a lot of items within a few blocks, interspersed between the houses. 

It's a bit chillier here in the mountains north of Mexico City, and I needed warmer clothing. Two blocks away, a small store had the quilted black vests, which are very popular in San Miguel, for $270.00 Mx pesos. (About $18.00 CDN). I stood on the sidewalk with Sparky at my feet while the young lady rooted around to find the size I needed. I tried it on and handed her the money. Done! 

No plastic bags as of Jan 1st.

Up the street is a veterinarian who also stocks doggie beds, bowls, harnesses, and food in his tiny space. Sparky has a second bed to snooze while I am writing, and new inexpensive water bowls on each level so that he doesn't have to walk too far for a drink. They also carry a brand of food that he can eat without bloating up with stinky gas. 

I know, TMI. Too much information.

My jazzy new red hose!

The best find so far is a tiny hardware store that is about five feet wide, and who-knows-how-deep. It disappears into the dark, dimly lit depths, beyond where I can easily see. 

The family is helpful to this Spanglish-speaking Gringa. Sparky and I step about two feet inside the doorway and wait at the counter while they find what I need. 

A few days ago, I wanted another garden hose so that I didn't have to lug the only hose from the second level to the rooftop to water the pots. Their son custom-made me a new one. 

"How long?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Ten meters, I guess."

"What colour? Red? Green?"

"Red!"

"Do you also want the male and female connections?"

"Sí, por favor."

And for about $10.00 CDN, I got my custom-made garden hose.

Fresh juice stand

The chicken store, drugstore, bakery, pharmacy, hair salon, barber, shoe store, and street vendors are all within a two-block radius of our house. On the main streets are dozens of restaurant options and cafes. 

I enjoy this small-store shopping, and I am resisting the big Costco shop that we typically did once a month when we lived on Isla Mujeres. 

I buy fresh, eat fresh, and do not stockpile supplies. How much food does one person really need?

Cheers from San Miguel de Allende

Lynda and The Sparkinator

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My view of San Miguel de Allende - by Sparky

Early morning San Miquel de Allende

Hi, this is Sparky. My hooman, whom I call Servant, said it is my turn to write the blog. 

We recently moved from Isla Mujeres on the eastern coast of Mexico to San Miguel de Allende, located in the mountainous region north of Mexico City. We left the hot sunny beaches for a cooler climate. I was born with an enlarged heart, and the heat bothers me. Here I can walk for an hour and not get tired. 

Rooftop terraza at our hotel 

After a week in a funny hotel with lots of skinny spiral stairs to climb, we are now in our own little place. It has a sunny rooftop deck and an enclosed garden - they are my favourite places to hang out. My only complaint with our new place is that the windows aren't designed for doggies to look out at the street. Everything is people's height. Even the patio wall upstairs is too high for me to see over. 

Different horses, police troop

Last night, three big brown horses carrying police officers came by our house. I had to get Servant to pick me up so that I could see them. Because she was holding me in her arms Servant couldn't take a photo of the horses, so you will just have to take my word for it.

Yesterday I saw a super-fast little bird in the garden. It was a bright green colour and had a long, skinny beak that looked dangerously sharp. I'm going to stay a long way away from that guy. Servant said he was a hummingbird. Funny, I didn't hear him humming, but he did chirp at me a few times.

Reading the local pee-mail

When we walk the streets in San Miguel, Servant thinks I am on the trail of suspects, criminals, and murderers, but really I am reading the pee-mail left by other doggies. 

I like it here, but I am still getting accustomed to walking on busy sidewalks. At times, my hooman gets a bit testy with me, yelling, "Sparky, watch where you are going!" 

It's not my fault that the sidewalks are crowded with hundreds of pairs of feet. Those people should watch where they are going! I'm a busy detective dog.

My favourite Ojo de Agua, 2 blocks from home

In our neighbourhood, we have discovered four restaurants that allow well-behaved doggies to come inside. 

It's a nice treat for me to lie on a sunny patio while Servant has her morning coffee, or sometimes we stop in for a glass of wine in the evening. Well, she has a glass of wine, and I have a drink of water.

Well, that's all for this time. Woof! Woof! Sparky.

Protein bowl and a latte at the Ojo de Agua

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Why San Miguel de Allende?

San Miguel de Allende at sunrise 

Why did you choose San Miguel de Allende? 

That one question keeps coming up on my social media posts, over and over again. After skimming the last few blog posts, I realized I hadn't fully explained my reasons. So, here's the Cole's Notes version:

#1, my fascination with history 
When Lawrie and I, plus his sister and brother-in-law, drove from BC, Canada, to Isla Mujeres in 2008, one of our stops was San Miguel. We arrived on October 31st and stayed until November 2nd. We were in the city during the Day of the Dead, Día de Los Muertos, celebrations. I was hooked, and I always wanted to return to fully explore the city.

That beautiful Caribbean Sea

#2, change is good
Lawrie and I were restless people, always looking for the next adventure. We had several discussions, while enjoying our evening glass of wine, about where we would like to live if we ever tired of looking at the Caribbean Sea. He was reluctant to leave the warm temperatures and our view of turquoise water. He insisted he never wanted to be cold again, so we stayed and enjoyed our lives on Isla Mujeres.

San Miguel de Allende in December 

#3, a temperate climate
We loved the warmth of the Caribbean area of Mexico, but neither one of us was a worshipper. We rarely ventured to the beach, preferring instead to hang out in the shade of our palapa, or refresh ourselves in our own pool. One of our cheeky friends suggested that we didn't even know how to find Playa Norte. I flapped a hand in the general direction of the north end of the island and replied, "It's over there, somewhere."

Summers on Isla Mujeres can be very hot and humid. Not as hot as some parts of Mexico or the southern USA, but occasionally uncomfortable. We rarely used our air conditioning except to sleep at night during July, August, and September. We had adjusted quite well to the climate until recently. As I get older, the heat affects me more. Showering and changing my clothes three times a day became a nuisance. 

Image from San Miguel Writers' Conference

#4, a flourishing community of writers and artists
I started writing and self-publishing books in 2014. The first was a bilingual book for children, The Adventures of Thomas the Cat - Las Aventuras de Tomás el Gato, in partnership with islander Diego Medina. Then in 2016, I self-published my first novel, Treasure Isla. I have published four more novels in the Isla Mujeres Mystery Series, and Diego and I are working on completing the second bilingual children's book. I am hopeful that my new community will help improve my writing skills.


#5, San Miguel has only a few memories associated with Lawrie and me as a couple.
I was being crushed by the powerful memories of a romantic and joyful life. He was on every street corner and in every restaurant of Isla Mujeres. He shared my morning coffee, my afternoon meal, and my evening glass of wine. 

He is still with me and always will be, but I can walk the streets of San Miguel without living in the past, our past. 

I am looking forward to this next chapter of my life.

Cheers from San Miguel de Allende
Lynda, and my furry sidekick, Sparky

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Christmas Eve in San Miguel de Allende

   Police at the Parroquia San Miguel Arcángel 

It is a different type of Christmas Eve, but a fascinating one. I probably won't get much sleep tonight, but that's okay. It's another adventure.

By sunset, the house parties and accompanying fireworks started, church bells rang at regular intervals throughout the day, and in the evening, the music began flowing from restaurants, bars, and hotels. The majority of the restaurants are fully booked with a special Christmas Eve menu being offered.

The day started early with my four-legged alarm clock, and we wandered the empty streets while he read the local pee-news and left his responses.

Being the only human in this duo, I can't get a cup of coffee for our strolls because my walking partner is not allowed in most of the restaurants. I did see one this afternoon that said 'pet friendly.'  They may become my new best friends.

Sparky and I are enjoying cocktail time

Later in the afternoon, Sparky and I discovered a rooftop terraza at our hotel and we enjoyed the warmth of the setting sun, while I sipped on a glass of my favourite Malbec. As I returned to my room to get a second glass of wine, the front desk attendant knocked on my door to inform me that I was being moved to the suite upstairs, where the rooftop deck was located.

"Uh, at 5:30 in the afternoon, you want me to move rooms?" I asked.

"Yes, you booked a kitchenette, and we have to move you because your current room is booked for new arrivals this evening."

The first 19 stairs - and then there are more.

She was right. I had booked a kitchenette but had decided that the listing was probably out of date, and I really didn't care as long as we had a place to sleep.

I repacked our suitcases and we moved upstairs to the Penthouse...and I say that very tongue-in-cheek. The suite is roomy, has a kitchenette, and a great view.

But the 38 spiral stairs from the bottom floor to our suite will either give Sparky and me great leg muscles or they will kill us. It's a 50/50 chance at this point.

Sunset from our 'penthouse' deck.

At 8:45 p.m., the church bells went wild. I am assuming a 9:00 p.m. mass is about to start. When it is over, the partying will begin in earnest.

I will end this and try to catch a bit of sleep. Sparky is already curled up in his bed.

Sleep well, and I hope Santa is good to you. Lynda and The Sparkinator

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Sunrise December 23rd on Isla Mujeres

"How do you plan to get from Isla Mujeres to San Miguel de Allende?" My cousins asked.

"The same as any trip. First, a golf cart ride to the Ultramar, a boat ride to Puerto Juarez, then a shuttle van to the airport, then an airplane ride, then another shuttle to my hotel. It's a piece of cake!" I quipped.

Well, the gods got even with me for my cheeky response.

Our journey began with four close friends, Julie and Rob Goth, and Chuck and Marcy Watt, taking Sparky and me, plus my three heavy suitcases, to the passenger boat. It was Sparky's last golf cart ride for a while, but he doesn't know it yet. Boo the Cat didn't come with us. A couple of days ago, the Fairy Dogmother Eileen Regn and her hubby Doug said they would be happy to adopt her, leaving me with one less thing to stress over. I was so thankful not to have to deal with relocating a semi-feral kitty.

Hasta luego! 

At the Ultramar terminal, I started to walk to the boat, and there was Elmo! Waving goodbye. My crazy friend Freddy Medina was wearing the Elmo suit and holding a sign; Elmo loves Lynda. That was my undoing. I bawled like a baby, my face crumpled with emotion. Why is it that in real life, crying looks nothing like the tender tears leaking from the beautiful eyes of the leading lady? There's nothing pretty about the way I cry.

More friends hugged and wished me well as Sparky pulled me towards the boat. We climbed to the upper deck, where we could wave goodbye to everyone. Elmo was still dancing and waving.  Yadira Velázquez and Diego Medina videoed the event, and watching it made me cry all over again.

On the Cancun side, I pointed out my suitcases to the porter, and he said, "Si, don't worry, I will bring them for you." I wasn't concerned; this isn't the first time that I have traveled from the island and asked the porters to deal with luggage. Sparky and I headed up the ramp to meet the driver for CARM, our shuttle driver for the ride to the airport. I turned my head and checked for the porter who was loaded down with bags - and then I noticed - mine were still on the dock, about to be put back on the boat by a helpful deckhand.

I didn't know I could run that fast! I dashed past the security, the ticket agents, waving my arms. No! No! The guy finally realized I was yelling at him and stopped.

Bye-bye for now     

Once we got the bag thing sorted out, the shuttle to the airport was easy and smooth. At the airport, another porter took my bags and we zipped through the check-in. Without thinking, I bought two small bottles of water before heading to the security check.

Ten feet away from the little store was a huge sign: no liquids! Well, of course. Sparky and I drank as much as we could, then we added our two bottles to the overflowing bin of full, new bottles. That little tienda must make a fortune selling water to travelers.

At the security check, I asked the attendant if I had to take my computer out of my carry-on bag.

Oddly, she said no, it wasn't required. I stuffed my purse, jacket, and other items into a bin, added the carry-on bag to the conveyor belt, then asked the guard how he wanted me to handle Sparky. 

"Take off his harness, put it in another bin. Let him walk through, then you walk through." 

All done with the security stuff

Things were about to get interesting. The suitcase, with my camera, computer, and backup drive, had to go back to the beginning with the electronics in a separate bin. Unfortunately, Sparky's harness was still a little way back on the conveyor. The flight crew had arrived and deposited their things ahead of the plastic bin holding his harness. I held Sparky while I explained the problem, and someone eventually handed me his leash. I had visions of my sociable pooch visiting with everyone in the terminal. We started at the beginning with all my stuff, and tried the whole thing one more time.

No, we were pulled aside again. Now the suitcase had to be carefully examined because I had two items that concerned them. One was a large piece of amethyst that had been in my family since before I was born. My dad found it in Ontario in 1940, and it has been in my possession since Dad died when I was seventeen. I am very attached to this one last memento of my family. Apparently, the concern was that it could be used as a weapon. I Spanglished my way through that situation and was able to keep it.

The other item was a square plastic container of ashes. Yes, my sweetie is with me. I knew from my trip to Canada in May, with some of his ashes, that I couldn't use the original wooden box. Clear plastic is the recommended means of transport. Again, I had to Spanglish my way through that. Thankfully, he was able to continue the journey with me. Lawrie would have been very unhappy if he had been confiscated by customs officials.

The Volaris flight was almost an hour late, but eventually Sparky and I and my small but heavy suitcase thumped our way out to the plane and up the stairway to our seat. I paid a premium to get 1F and priority boarding. I wanted the extra legroom so my travel companion would have space to sleep. Other than the incredibly uncomfortable seats, with little if any padding, the flight was uneventful.

When the flight attendant was about to close the doors, she warned everyone that this was their last chance to get off the plane if they were on the wrong flight. Seriously? Three separate people had checked our tickets, but Volaris had obviously had incidents where people were on the wrong flight; otherwise, why mention it? It gave me goose bumps. Was I headed to Guadalajara? Mexico City? Or Leon? Two weeks ago, I got on the wrong Ultramar boat and ended up at the farthest end of their route in the Cancun hotel zone. Yeah, that's another story.

Waiting for me at the airport was the San Miguel de Allende shuttle service operated by BajioGo. It's a 90-minute drive from the airport in Leon to my destination. Our driver, Jose, was professional and friendly. We had an interesting chat about living in San Miguel and about his family. According to Jose, San Miguel de Allende has about 370 fiestas a year that just naturally require fireworks. Oh boy, Sparky is going to love that.

By the time we reached the hotel at eleven at night, Sparky was asleep on my lap. The poor little dude was worn out, but before hitting the bed, we had to walk a few blocks to let him stretch his legs and deposit his pee-mail for the other dogs to read. The area where we are staying is clean and vibrant with restaurants, bars, and interesting stores.

The street where my hotel is located.

This morning Sparky woke me up at 5:00 a.m., again. It's one hour different here, so I actually got to sleep in until 6:00 a.m. Don't tell him that.

Right now, he is asleep, but hungry and chilly. Today's mission is to find some dog food that he can eat. He has tummy issues with a lot of the commercial food. It will mean leaving him in the hotel for a bit while I do a food run, but so far, he's been calm and okay with all the upheaval in his life. Fingers-crossed, he doesn't bark and upset the other guests.

"I is cold and hungry." 

Merry Christmas from San Miguel,
Lynda and Sparky

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