In July of 2006, my wife Natasha and I traveled to Mexico and Merida,Yucatan for the very first time. This wasn't a randomly chosen, hastily planned getaway vacation. For many years I'd been harbouring unspoken visions...of living in a place where the healing warmth of tropical sunshine (and rain) permeates life itself...I had visions of a life moving in a slower more tranquil way, where the music in the air vibrates with distinctive Latin harmonies, coupled with exotic rumba rhythms. Romantic nonsense...a dream... a dream I had shared with few others, as I'd learned early in life to "beware the dreamstealers".
I believe the dream was born, when an impressionable 18 year old Canadian boy attending a small East Texas college, heard for the first time the soaring harmonies and distinctive guitars of "Trio Los Panchos", developed a craving for beef enchilada's (splashed with tabasco sauce in 1957) and made the obligatory educational field trips to the border towns of Matamoros & Nuevo Laredo
This search for the dream had started a year earlier, when I mentioned to a Mexican friend, living in Canada, that I had always felt drawn towards Mexico. She thought her home state of Vera Cruz might be the place for me. This started the journey...hundreds of hours spent roaming the web, looking for that sign... something that would say here's where you belong and then... in some inexplicable way being drawn to and discovering Merida and Yucatan.
During that first two week visit we explored and fell in love with all that is... Yucatan, Merida and the gulf coast beaches around the town of Progreso. One evening at dusk, while strolling the beach in Progreso, we paused in our search for shells to sit on a sea-wall and watch the sun go down.
Behind us sat an imposing many terraced Villa sitting regally on a huge ocean front lot. As we watched the multi- coloured brilliance of a short lived Yucatan sunset, it didn't take long to realize that this was where we wanted to live. I knew there was no way we could afford this spectacular property, but it had become part of the vision...the dream. How could we afford to live. We don't have the savings to allow retirement.
But wait... I don't want to retire anyway. I just want
to live in the dream now!! In order to do that I need
a property which can be income producing.
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Following this trip I spent the next year looking at beachfront properties on the web and talking to realtors. I quickly found my dream property listed on a number of realtors sites, but it seemed to be out of reach, nevertheless I put a photo of the Villa on my computer desktop and continued to visualize and of course...dream!
In June of 2007 my son Liam and I decided to return to Progreso, with the express purpose of purchasing a property, which would meet specific location, size and price requirements, which could also become income producing...not an easy search.
Just before leaving on our trip a realtor, who was helping with the search asked, "where would you ideally like to be"? I described my dream property, which he recognized immediately from my description and by the time we arrived in Progreso he had arranged for us to view the Villa.
That was it, we were hooked. We looked at other properties, but nothing we saw could compare with the way we felt about the dream property. The decision to purchase came after months of research plus weeks of viewing properties up and down the coast.
On October 1, 2007 the dream property & Villa became ours.
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