Anyway, while I was doing all my pretending about moving back, I was mid-thought, thinking how nice it would be to be near the zocalo, as they now have a (very) small playground when a voice in my head interrupted me out of nowhere, saying, "but Cholula is so far from Texas."
Where did THAT come from?
Then I moved to Coahuila, which shares a pretty extensive border with Texas. In fact, once upon a time (during the colonial era, I believe) Texas and Coahuila were one enormous state called, rather uncreatively, Texas-Coahuila. And slowly but surely, Texas grew on me. Like the suave southerner it is, it wooed me oh-so-gently. Now, after just three years in close proximity, I can honestly say that I like Texas.
I never thought those words would pass my lips.
But do I like it so much that the thought of being 10 hours away from the border would give me pause to consider moving back to central Mexico? Apparently so.
Who'd have thought?
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It pulls you in, doesn't it. I promise it's not arrogance. There's just a lot here to love :) We also shudder at the thought of living 10 hours away. Crazy Hoosiers ;)
I preferred being close to Texas just for the shopping. Some things are cheaper on other side of the border.
Amen to that, Rita!
And Tiffany, your enthusiasm for Dallas has played a part in my conversion. ;) Thanks for that!
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