Chapter 24
Meri-Who?
Steve has known Rick
since their seminary days. Don’t try
cleaning your ears, I said SEMINARY.
Whereas Steve decided
there was no future for him in the Baptist Church – professionally, at least-
Rick stayed on and earned his Ph.D.
There have been many years when we have not communicated with Rick, but
when we do we just pick up right where we left off. Rick is a professor at a small, private
college in Kentucky, so his proximity to Louisville, my hometown and where
Steve also lived for a while, has been the impetus for us to get together over
the years.
While we were staying
with our friend, Diana, in Chicago, Steve wrote Rick to catch up. Rick wrote back that he envied our
“adventure” (we just saw it as a failure – Rick always sees the positive side
of things) and that he had a great suggestion for us that he would talk about
when we got together.
So we got together.
Steve and I drove to see
Rick and at dinner he said that the college had a program and campus in the
town of Mérida, in Mexico on the Yucatan peninsula. Seems Rick had run the program two different
years, so he was pretty well versed on the town. Rick highly recommended the
city as a great place to live; he missed living there, himself.
Mexico? Really??
MEXICO???
We had been studying many
exotic locales: Hawaii, several islands in the Caribbean, countries in South
America, such as Ecuador, and many warm climes in the U.S. I certainly did not see Mexico as a viable
choice. I mean, people go there to lose
their heads, right?
A look at some websites
about Mérida and the Yucatan touted many positive aspects of the peninsula. There were beaches, cenotes (what’s a
cenote?), Mayan ruins (what’s a Mayan and why do they live in ruins?), a
growing economy, tourism (so they said), and a quality of life that was said to
be healthier and happier.
Steve and I had made a
checklist of what we wanted our next B&B attempt to have: a warm climate (Mérida, check), a good
economy (check), a growing tourism industry (check), affordable (double-check),
a government more welcoming to entrepreneurs (check), an international airport,
good healthcare, excellent educational opportunities (check, check, check),
plenty of culture and a local population who would be glad to see us arrive.
On paper – or on the
Internet I guess I should say- Mérida was right on target. In fact, we were hard-pressed to check off
even half the number of our “wants” when we looked at other places around the
world, and I’m not certain we quite believed all the great things we were
hearing about Mérida. But it begged a
visit, at the very least, so when Rick offered to accompany us on a week-long investigative
trip to the colonial town, we all made plans to fly to the Yucatan and give it
a once-over.
We all arrived in Mérida
the second week of January, 2012. Steve
had made reservations at a few B&Bs in town. We wanted to experience as many of the
existing accommodation venues as possible so as to see what was available and
also to help form our idea of what a great B&B should be.
The first place at which
we stayed had been open in Mérida for 20 years.
The owners have run the place the entire 20 years and are beginning to
look towards retirement. 20 years in the
B&B business is like 150 human years; statistically, most B&B operators
suffer burnout in 5. Each of the 8 rooms
at this place are decorated in an old-world style, highlighting a famous
Mexican artist. Staircases wind their
way up and around to the various rooms, and until you learn the layout you get
lost exploring the many nooks and crannies.
We stayed in a room on the ground floor dedicated to the very famous and
much loved Frida Kahlo. There was a
double bed with a single bed in a loft overhead. It was a bit dark for our taste, but
interesting. It showed its age; we
stayed three nights.
The owner is a real
character, what we used to call a “Key West character”, and at breakfast one
morning we learned that he had actually lived in Key West many years ago.
The second night in town
we ate at a very popular restaurant.
Expats, particularly, love it. We
each ordered our own plates, of course, and when Rick offered a taste of his
crabcakes, Steve took him up on it. I
did not. As we were going out the door
after our meal, both Steve and Rick were complaining of an oily taste in their
mouths. I did not. On the way back to our room, the oily tastes
in their mouths moved southward and they mentioned a bloated feeling in their
stomachs. I did... yeah, okay, I was
spared.
About 2:00 AM in the
morning, I awoke to hear Steve in the bathroom, obviously in distress. His entire gastrointestinal system had been
compromised. From the loft I heard Rick
ask if Steve was sick.
“Yeah, sounds like
something is definitely disagreeing with him”, I said.
“Me, too.”
By morning both Steve and
Rick were in deep trouble, and without being too graphic, suffice it to say
their new best friend was a gleaming porcelain entity that never fails to offer
us all comfort in times of distress.
Everybody sing!:
“When I find myself in
times of trouble,
Porcelain Fairy comfort
me,
Seeking stomach freedom
Let me be.”
Fortunately the B&B
owners had a doctor in their Rolodex who makes housecalls. (If you know what a
Rolodex is we can be great friends.)
Dr. Castro arrived to our
room in less than 30 minutes, quickly and assuredly diagnosed the problem, went
to the pharmacy, and returned with antibiotic shots for both our suffering
hombres. This was another check on our
list – a doctor who makes house calls.
How great is that?! Nevertheless,
we all spent the next two days cooped up in our room, and even moved to our
second B&B on the third day. Steve
and Rick were still recovering when we checked into Los Arcos B&B. We love
Los Arcos, and David is a great guy and very talented artist. He has only three rooms, but he is always
full as he knows how to treat guests. All
guests gathered for breakfast each morning at his dining table. We enjoyed it, but thought that we would
probably offer separate tables for guests; that way they can join in the
conversation or keep to themselves.
When the guys finally
recovered from their bouts, I was chomping at the bit to get out and see Mérida. And see Mérida, we did. We walked and walked that town, which I
loved. One of my favorite things in the
world to do is walk and hike. Steve,
too. Whenever we travel we look for hiking
opportunities.
We got a fairly good
sense of the layout of the town and liked what we saw very much. Beautiful parks every few blocks with cocina
economicas (inexpensive kitchen), fruit and vegetable markets, museums both
large and small, historic and modern, restaurants to appease all tastes and
preferences, all kinds of Mom and Pop stores selling everything from hardware
and paint to appliance parts, piňatas, paper goods,
electronics, furniture, candy, food – in short, everything one would require on
a daily basis for life in a colonial city.
At breakfast the next
morning our host, David, hooked us up with his friend and realtor, Jim. Jim showed us several properties that were
very interesting. However, none of them
spoke to us that they could be our B&B.
From Los Arcos we next
moved to Medio Mundo, another great B&B in Mérida. We enjoyed their use of color on the property
and knew that was the direction we wanted to go, should we be able to open our
own place. The owners have run this
B&B for about 12 years, and it was beginning to show. We didn’t see much of them. However, they run a very nice place: clean,
comfortable, inviting, with a good staff and a continental breakfast that, if
not completely filling, sufficed until lunch.
However, this is where we decided that at our B&B we would offer a
full breakfast to our guests and start them on their day ready for anything.
Another thing we liked
about Medio Mundo is their gift shop.
They have items from all over Latin America, which is a nice idea and
one that we definitely want to include in our own venture.
Our week was over in a
flash, but we felt we had a good idea of the city. On our last day walking around town, Rick
asked where we might like to eat dinner.
Since we were so new to the city, we had been letting Rick guide us and
make most of these kinds of decisions.
But now he seemed at odds about it.
He stopped and said something about us not liking Mérida and that he was
sorry it didn’t work out.
Didn’t work out? We loved Mérida.
I guess we were so focused
on discovering the town that we hadn’t been very animated about it all. Rick had interpreted our focus and
concentration as dislike of the city.
But we liked just about
everything we saw, heard, and did, and had already decided that Mérida would be
our next attempt at a B&B.
Back in Chicago we made
plans to return to Mérida in March to see if we could find a property that
would suit our needs. We met with Jim
again, and he showed us a lot of properties – probably 15 – 20 – I lost
count. After Jim showed them to us in
the mornings, we spent the afternoons walking from the Zocalo to each one. But, still, none of them fit the bill. One was too far from the Zocalo, another too
small to have 6 guestrooms (the minimum number of rooms we had decided upon),
some would cost too much to renovate, some flooded during rainy season, some
too expensive, etc., etc., etc. We could
tell Jim was a bit frustrated with our rejection of every property and probably
thought we were not serious buyers. But
if this was going to be the place we spent the rest of our working lives, it
had to be right. I guess it was too much
to walk into the first property and fall in love, like we had in Italy.
On the last day we again
saw a few properties and again they were not right. The last property of the day was in Santa
Ana. We were walking to the property
from the car when we ran into the property’s owner. Jim told him we were about to look at his house. But the man said the house already had been
sold and the realtor had neglected to remove the listing from the website. We were a bit depressed and started to form
plans to return to Mérida again in a few months to look at properties. But that would prolong our feeling of being
in life-limbo.
Then the owner of the
house that was already sold said he had another property for sale. It was just around the corner and he said he
had just lowered the price.
Jim looked at us and said
we had to see it. He knew the property,
but had forgotten it was for sale as it was not listed on all the real estate
websites; it was only listed on the website of the real estate company that the
owner worked with. So the man took us to
the property. It was in Santa Ana, three
blocks from the park and four from Paseo de Montejo.
The front of the place
was not very special – just a double door and a window. Through the front door we entered into the
living room. It was a dull grey color,
with grey pasta tiles that had probably been laid in the 1970’s, judging from
their pattern.
There was a staircase to
the right that led to a second floor, we surmised. Beyond the living room were a small kitchen
on the left that led to the back door, and a dining room on the right that led
to another room beyond. That room was
being used as another living room and there was beautiful, old pasta tiles on
the floor. They were probably as old as
the house – maybe 100 years. It had a
bathroom off it that was shared with a bedroom beyond. You could pass from the second living room to
the bedroom by crossing through the bathroom.
The bedroom had bright pink past tiles on the floor. Could we work with these? There were also two exterior doors to both these
rooms off a small vestibule outside.
Beyond the back kitchen
door ran a long walkway next to the living room and bedroom to the right. Beyond that was a patio and then a small
garden. An old cement above-ground
cistern was located on the right side, and a small laundry room past that. The rest of the yard was dirt, save for two
medium-size trees and a small square of plantings – mostly succulents.
The property was narrow –
just 7 meters in the front, and narrowed to just under 6 in the rear, but it
was long: 69 meters.
The second floor had one
large room and a terrace overlooking the street. There was a very small bath, but we
immediately felt we could live in that room, if we had to.
Well, Steve and I both
got that excited feeling we had had with Coppo 7. We felt the property was about as good as we
were going to get for the price. We felt
we could afford to renovate it into 6 rooms: the two existing rooms on either
side of the first-floor bathroom. With a
little creativity on Steve’s part, we could manage to build four more rooms and
put in our requisite pool.
As we had with the other
properties we had seen, we again walked from the Zocalo to the house on Calle
66. Some of the routes weren’t the
greatest of walks, but if we guided our guests three blocks up Calle 47 to
Calle 60, then they would arrive at the perfect place to either turn right and
head South to the Zocalo, cross the street to Santa Ana park, or walk one more
block to Paseo de Montejo with its mansions, museums, and monuments.
The street the house sat
on is a mix of old and new, pretty much like the rest of Mérida Centro. Every other property seems to be in the
process of renovation. Three had already
been renovated and another was in the process of a first-class upgrade. Seemed like a great place to locate a
business. Plus, cross the street and you
can hop a bus down to Centro and the main market for 6 pesos (A bus ride has
since risen to an outrageous 7 pesos).
We snapped photo after
photo of the place, made drawings, and already made plans in our minds for
renovations. Suffice it to say we liked
the place.
As
all realtors like to do, Jim told us there was another offer coming in on the
property and that if we didn’t “jump on it” we would lose it. Well, we don’t pay any attention to that kind
of stuff, but we had already decided that this was the property for us, so we
wrote a contract that afternoon.
The owner accepted the
offer and we made plans to close by proxy from Chicago.
And so in three short
months we had gone from homeless, living off the kindness of our good friend,
Diana, to budding B&B owners. All we
had to do was more than double the living space on the property, squeeze in a
pool and breakfast terrace, and include a laundry and maintenance space.
Front of house |
Living room and stairs leading to second floor |
Kitchen |
Dining room with second living room beyond |
Second living room |
Walkway out back door |
First-floor bedroom |
Cistern and laundry building |
Back Yard |
Second-floor room |
Second living room |
Dining room |