I guess I have lived in Paradises most of my life......... I was born in site of Hells Gate Bridge... a rosey start
I was seed carried from Europe in a nut sack that transitioned through Ellis Island.. and Plymouth Rock, then scattered forward.........
In the second half of my first year.... I began my life under the Palm trees of Miami Beach..... Thanks Dad I owe you a really big one, sorry about all the screaming and the shitting and pissing in my diapers, the sand and the ocean and the Palm trees entered my veins... though I suspect the Adriatic sea was contained in my genetic make up... thus I felt a distant reminder of a far away home.
My Paradises ........ I lived a while in Oregon once... I still think the Southern Coastline on a rare crystal clear day in October... as seen from a roadside pull out is the most beautiful of all places my eyes have ever set as of yet.
The Florida Keys held a majority of strung together years for me.... with its daily healing hues of turquoise, oh I have dug ditches and raked rocks in the Hot Sun of Summer... for important people and defense contractors ....so tired at the end of the day I have dropped my beer...
I lived shy of a year in the Bahamas.... dancing the Limbo poorly.... and loosing all the buttons on my floral shirt... I was so drunk once I slept under the building the bar was housed in under the sewer pipes in the dirt... and wondered why my fingers smelled so bad the next day......... and flew back up to Atlanta... all hung over, I set the auto pilot and went to sleep.. I was Solo... so what about it?
I have made visits to Cuba.... delivering humanitarian aid those were intriguing... and held a couple of lovely bed partners.
Quintana roo was a beautiful beach setting... I got Montezuma's revenge...
And living for a year on the Reservation Near 4 Corners of the Great American South West and the brushes with Native peoples and beautiful colors were an adventure I would not trade.
I have an accumulated two years or just shy of living here at the ancient cross roads of the Americas encompassed by a peoples with a somewhat different D.N.A. structure then my own. I think that if given an M.R.I. brain scan... it would be discovered that a particular part their brains would illuminate as active regions... then say my own.... which most assuredly is a complement.
I have always painted Swaying Palm Trees and sandy beaches on the ocean on the Palate of my mind from very early days..... Brain brochures ..... I saw them clearly printed on Glossy paper, I designed them.
The vision, the dream, the fantasy.... seldom if ever are meet at the reality, but still very worth while.
Don't get me wrong... but you were asking.
There is a dynamic here an undertow.... a propped up illusion for the unwary, with a Capital way of thinking... watch for animal Snares, you can be hanging upside down in a snap over hungry snapping crocodiles.
I have been studying for over 10 years on this place learning little slowly.
The views are Magnificent.... those of an Eagle Soaring .... or the more common a Vulture spiraling skyward.... they ride the thermals... the carrion.....looking, for you.
The Mind Set........... the value of life... its an us and them world.... for the many.
Isles and Isles of Beans and rice at the Stores that is all the many the disproportionate can afford........... Expensive Tuna Fish in Cans...
We Americans and Canadians and Europeans are showing the Locals a better way of life... we offer everything we offer nothing.
They may justify thanking us one day by slitting our throats.... it is hidden fairly well but the animosity is fairly thick... cut it with a sensitive knife in my delighted opinion.... the one stuck between your ribs and created by our own doing.... we the righteous ....... the holier then thou....... Crew... that pretend so hard not to be.
Of course I am sure there are many that would care to take a different viewpoint.... So be it, It is my Vanity Blog, so smell my shorts while I go do my hair.
Its a game of cat and mouse here... with variable and negotiable rules.... most things are in flux and there is little consistency, can I get an Amen Brother?
Except for the Guarantee of wobbling bicycles on dark roads at night with no lights..... and baby's carried in precarious positions on scooters....
There is a lot of tongue biting here that goes on among'st those who have invested their Lucre... based in their fear, as freedom of speech is not quite the same.. as in the States... and one can be brought up on legal charges of slander or anything else for that matter quite quickly...
and also you are guilty here until proven innocent... there are no trials by Jury... Sweet.
Only the Judge you may be able to afford...or not Just like in the U.S. all the justice money can buy in the ultimate. I am of the opinion that many of the people that have come here to make a go of it.. have simply been cleaned out... of a quarter of a million dollars or so and whimper back from whence they come.
One special note from what I have read... there is 40% more land in the National Land Registry then actually Exists in the Nation.... I suspect that should be a clue a good starting point if you ever find yourself interested.
But then again as I am fond of saying , 'what would I know?'
After all I have only been studying for 10 years on this idea of living in Paradise...
They harp on Due Diligence here..... two very popular words... that means hire two attorneys that do not know each other.... to do your property title search..... etc....
"Live simply.... so that others may simply live" Come and See.
I am still waiting to know it All..................
Breaking Taciturn
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