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  1. So many things have changed since then. I am pasting in an article I wrote about my very first trip here which had been published in a now defunct local Newsletter. I neglected to mention in this article how much I loved discovering the Ajijic Plaza in the evening when there were virtually no gringos there. Staying in a B&B, I had to go out to dinner every night and usually ended up there for a nice ice cream bar for dessert as I sat watching and absorbing everything. Before the Malecon was built in 2008-09 due to flooding caused by very high lake levels, the Plaza used to be the living room of the pueblo. Everyone of all ages would come out in the evenings to socialize while the little ones ran around happily playing, the teens and pre-teens walked around the plaza in a big circle, circulating and maybe flirting with one another. The parents and grandparents contentedly sat on the benches chatting and keeping a loose eye on everything. The whole vibe was so harmonious and cheerful, I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, which was a big factor in why I decided to move here. Please note I was unable to correct the bolding in a couple of paragraphs. Here is the article: MY TRIP TO A-SMALL-TOWN-IN-MEXICO-WHICH-SHALL-REMAIN-UN-NAMED-BECAUSE-THE-REAL-ESTATE-IS-ALREADY-OUT-OF-SIGHT There are no “sights” to see here; no touristy attractions, just a few quaint little villages on a lake, which one can slowly and quietly savor with all one’s senses. As I tried to write emails to friends from local internet cafes, though, I realized that what I was experiencing on my vacation in this colorful, warm, and laid back town was too much to describe in cliché postcard language. I was in a different world completely, in spite of the presence of an expat community, and I want to savor that memory, as well as convey it to others. The mountains of Mexico are home to numerous villages, towns and cities dating from the Spanish colonial era 400-500 years ago or longer. Since the Spanish didn’t completely obliterate the native cultures the way the English did in North America, there is a much stronger presence of these cultures, obvious in the colorful houses and crafts, music, numerous fiestas, other various local customs, in addition to the intangible vibes of the ancients. My accommodations were in a lovely B&B, the likes of which I could never afford in the states. At low season, the place was nearly empty most of the time. Even the American owners were away on their own vacation, so I had a chance to meet and get to know the hospitable gardener and his wife, the cook (for breakfast only), who were managing in the owners’ absence, giving me a good chance to work on my Spanish. There was about an acre of land with lovely fountains, a swimming pool, lawn and patio, which I often had to myself. The décor included many fascinating Mexican art objects and each room had a unique and colorful décor in the Mexican style. No TVs! Bueno!! Music was playing all the time in the main part of the house, as seems to be common in Mexico. Surprisingly, the 25-CD changer had such selections as Edith Piaf, Sarah Vaughn, and other big band artists, apparently the taste of the owners. I could have enjoyed doing nothing but hanging around this lovely abode, but I did want to get out and explore the town, and had to get to a local gym to practice for an upcoming audition on my way back to San Francisco. It turned out the gym was part of an old elegant hotel about a mile on the other side of town, a pleasant walk. One day, I decided to take the small local bus on the cobblestone streets, and experienced such a rocking and shaking - like a small earthquake - that I could barely stand up long enough to reach my seat. I have since gravitated to balancing myself and "surfing" the bus like I used to do on the "M" Streetcar in San Francisco. My mission each night was to search for a restaurant for dinner. Ambling slowly on the cobblestones and uneven and sometimes high sidewalks, I drank in all the sights and sounds that I could, while carefully watching my step. In the languid afternoons, I enjoyed the delicious Michoacan frozen fruit bars while sitting in the Plaza, watching life unfold in front of me, meeting people, unwinding completely. Ironically, some of the residents that I met were not retired, but had galleries or websites which occupied their time. Still, they found the time to visit with me, and I appreciate their hospitality. The Sights. The vivid colors everywhere jump out and truly wake up your mind and spirit, as well as your eyes. Houses are frequently painted in multi-colored schemes, sometimes with native style accents, or murals. From the streets you see long, high walls with gates, some of wrought iron that enabled you to peek into a courtyard, or solid huge doors, which hide everything. In addition to wrought-ironwork, another local specialty is colorful, custom tile work, used mostly in bathrooms and kitchens, floors, and occasional wall or door accents. The artistic touch is everywhere. Colorful tropical vegetation tumbles over many walls, adding even more hues and textures, a delight to behold. Every so often one sees a colorful and quaint shrine built to honor Our Lady of Guadalupe, the patron saint of Mexico - my favorite Mary, with her gorgeous, expansive aura. There are a good number of outdoor murals to be seen around town, on both public buildings and private homes. Many are mystical, some display historical aspects of the town or of Mexico in general, and some are just colorful folk art designs. Walking by one mural of a gigantic iguana, located on the wall of a bar, I made up my first Spanglish word – Iguanamente. To understand, you’d need to know your polite basics – (“nice to meet you”) “mucho gusto”, (“likewise”) “igualmente”. Some folks thought it was funny, but I’m still trying to figure out the meaning. Like and iguana? One truly unexpected sighting one afternoon, was that of a large circus parade slowly coming down the 2-land carretera, or highway which links several local towns (like pre-freeway USA). I had just purchased another disposable camera and was walking around, exploring, when I heard a siren. Seeing a large vehicle with flashing lights approaching slowly in the traffic, I assumed it was a fire truck. As it went by, I saw that it along with other trucks behind it, were towing large cages of wild animals – first zebras, then various wildcats and even a giraffe. The circus was being announced over a large audio system in the first vehicle. I don’t particularly care for wild animals in cages and circuses, but I must admit, I was so stunned by this incongruous sight, that I couldn’t manage to reach into my bag and unwrap the camera and take pictures. I just stood there dumbfounded and stared. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the poverty that I saw – crumbling old stone and brick houses that were never painted, and a certain amount of litter strewn about in some areas. The town is a hodge-podge of nice homes interspersed with poor ones, or vice versa. There is no zoning as we know it. However, there was always a feeling of simple dignity even in the poor areas. I never felt threatened, as I would in a poor neighborhood in the states. The Sounds. Between the busy winter and medium busy summer gringo seasons, the village was probably at its quietest. Very little car traffic, as most Mexicans do not own cars. Upon arriving around 6PM on a hot day, I needed to stretch my legs and find someplace to eat. Having memorized the basic layout of the town from seeing maps on the internet, I set out. As the evening light slowly dimmed, people were at home, the typical cheerful up-tempo Mexican music was coming out of many different homes, happy kids were playing on the streets. The balmy climate has inspired a very indoor-outdoor lifestyle with many open-air rooms, so you can hear what is going on in many houses as you walk by. I decided I would smile and say “hola” to everyone I saw, and usually got a friendly and warm response from people of all ages. A soft breeze gently came up, and I eventually arrived at a restaurant which catered mostly to gringos. (Strangely enough, it was actually difficult to find Mexican food in the evenings, since that is family/home time to most Mexicans, who generally don’t go out to dine at night.) The restaurant was pleasant enough, open air, with a small stage for live music. An American solo-singer-guitarist played American MOR hits, which put me into a little shock, after the lovely cultural immersion I had just experienced. Another single woman came in looking for someone she was supposed to meet, who didn’t show. So, I invited her over and we started talking (over the loud gringo music, which was gradually getting on my nerves. Not what I came to Mexico for!) But, I saw how easy it was to meet people there. Later, I walked back to the B&B around the block, around dark. With no media to distract me, and having had a very long day travelling, I lay down in the grass and looked up at the stars. At this point I simply tuned into the soft, gentle, and most agreeable cacophony – exotic songbirds in the trees, church bells a few blocks away, cicadas which sounded like they must be a foot long (they’re not), the stereo gurgle of two fountains on either side of me, a gentle breeze in the trees, the clip-clop of horses sauntering by, music wafting over from different houses, a mother and child speaking to each other in sweet tones, the very occasional car going by. I was in pure bliss. A little later, all the dogs in town would routinely start barking, at what, I don’t know. Maybe it was their social hour. During the day, a common sound was that of the recorded voice of a man who sells fill-ups for the propane gas tanks that everyone has – no city gas lines there. He would slowly drive around the town with his loudspeaker, saying ga-a-a-as, ga-a-a-a-s. I would also hear various political advertising done in the same way, a car driving around with a recording going over a loudspeaker. At least I hope it was a recording, otherwise the speaker would get quite hoarse calling out all day! Many fiestas in Mexico start off at 5am with firecrackers and church bells waking people up for Mass, before they celebrate with parades, processions, food and live music and dancing for the rest of the day. I only heard firecrackers only once while there, coming from the neighboring village, so it wasn’t too loud. Knowing that the boom-boom was celebratory in nature, it didn’t cause the usual alarm one would feel in the states. Many roosters live here and there in the town, and you’ll hear them early on, also. I walked by a loud party one Sunday afternoon, which I could only hear over the walls, but not see. Big loud parties in Mexico are usually family affairs, with all the generations together laughing, enjoying music, dancing and dining. Again, no cause for alarm, as it would be in the US. The weather. Far from being bland, the lovely and temperate weather had a dynamic of its own. When I arrived in late May, the hottest time of the year, the temperature was around 85F, but dry, with nice breezes in the evening. Many shops and restaurants have a completely open wall to the street, so that being inside the building is still like being in a sidewalk café (hence the expression Hole in the Wall). The distinction between outdoor and indoor is most pleasantly blurred. The rainy season usually starts in mid-June, and I happened to experience a passionate and sudden windstorm one night, which lasted exactly two hours. It was almost dark and the power went out, and the handsome son of the gardener, who was acting as night watchman, brought me a couple of candles. Nothing else happened – we just chatted in our broken Spanish and English, and enjoyed the fury of the storm, which ended as suddenly as it started, and then, all was perfectly quiet. A couple of showers came up, as usual, in the evening or at night, which leaves the days mostly sunny. How convenient! One night I was in a charming little restaurant, with open eaves, located behind a small boutique. A sudden heavy rainstorm came up around the time I finished eating, and I was unable to leave. The senorita who had been my waitress insisted that I stay until the rain died down. Since the owner was a gringo (whose wife was from Oaxaca), there was American R&B playing. I ordered a hot chocolate, sang along with Ray Charles' Raelettes, and managed to ask the two senoritas (in Spanish!) if they would like to learn how to dance to this music. So, I showed them. We danced around together in the shop, and had a wonderful time. They were just darling, so kind and friendly. Eventually, the rain died down enough so I could walk home, the dusty cobblestone streets now washed clean and the air fresh and moist. The people. As in small towns everywhere, people are friendlier than in big cities. I said “hola” to most everyone going by, and usually got the same back. Various gringos would stop and chat. The pace of life there is so easygoing, that people normally do that, instead of rushing off in their busy, busy lives. I met an excellent photographer who has been in town for 20 years, had a gallery, and was very blended into the community. I met a naturopathic doctor and his wife who were managing a nearby B&B. We spoke of health matters and the state of things in the states, agreeing on much. I made several other acquaintances whom I would love to see again when I move down there. It was always a little adventure to relate to people in a new and foreign language, a humbling experience, but one that always gave me a little rush. I found that my zany side seemed to be well received there. Laughter seems to come easily to Mexicans. One remarkable woman I met was Conchita, who sat out on the beach every day, weaving and selling beautiful blankets and rugs. Every day, she would have to tear down her display and haul her stuff – somewhere – wherever she stayed. Obviously poor and shabby, she was walking up the sloping street from the beach one evening, pulling a huge load of her stuff in old plastic garbage bags on some sort of furniture dolly. I couldn’t believe she was doing this alone, so I got behind her and helped push. Finally, we got to her destination, where she paused and we tried to talk. Two young local men came along and joined us. One of them knew a little English, and I asked him why no one helped her. They chatted in Spanish, and he told me he couldn’t understand her very well because of her accent. She told him of her tragic story, how she had no children (anymore?) and her son had been killed in a car accident. The thing that amazed me was that she could still laugh and smile, and that she conveyed a true sense of inner peace. I told the young man to tell her I thought she was a saint. My photographer friend knew her and filled me in on her story. She was from Oaxaca, and had been driven off her ancestral land, and sat on the street corner and cried every day for six months after her son was killed. She showed up in a postcard that I bought, her picture was in a local magazine in an article by a therapist, and a painting of her was in a book given to me by my photographer friend, just before meeting her. Sometimes it feels like a real blessing to meet someone - like her. Later that evening, while walking around, the two young men passed me on the other side of the street, saying “hola” like friends. I kept having these delightful chance encounters there – one of the big reasons why I want to return. On the slightly scrubby lakeshore one Sunday, I saw kids playing in the water and mama rocking her husband in a hammock, smiling sweetly at him…such a peaceful scene. The children. Mexicans have a very strong love of family, and it shows in the happy and exuberant children I would see playing in the streets in the evening. Many of them looked almost too thin, but their energy at play seemed to indicate that they were indeed healthy. I saw a number of young girls who looked like budding high-fashion models, with their slender, elongated limbs and high cheekbones. Kids would be playing soccer on the cobblestones with great gusto, girls as well as boys, but not the two together. Since the cobblestone streets were being repaired, there were piles of dirt here and there around town. I came across a group of young girls playing Queen of the Mountain, running up and down the pile of dirt with delightful and giddy, giggly abandon. I saw young teenage mamas nursing their babies. I saw teenagers out with their grandmas. Two young girls were expertly riding horses on the beach with their father. The day after the big windstorm, there was debris to be cleaned up. In the street, I saw a young girl with her little brother who was proudly pushing a full size wheelbarrow, probably on their way to help clean up. Kids do work there, especially when poor. But the little boy had a great big smile on his face. Hey, it’s fun to help the grownups do something useful! Had I had my camera handy, I’m sure the kids would have been mystified as to why I would photograph such a simple, but delightful moment. The Upshot. My retirement can’t come a day too soon! I find myself yearning to be in the land of the real Counter Culture to the U.S. It’s only recently dawned on me what a strong link there was between Mexican culture and the 60’s psychedelic scene in San Francisco where I came of age. Various hipsters were hanging out in Mexico and bringing back elements of the culture – the colorful beads, the embroidered clothes, the relaxed attitude, enjoyment of music, dance, festivities, as well as some mind-expanding native plants. Now I realize why people started painting the SF Victorian houses in bright multi-colors. Obviously, someone had been to Mexico, and wanted to put a little color into our neutral-toned cityscape. What a concept! Things don’t have to be drab! Colors live! Iguanamente!!
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  2. Many times you can buy the parts at Autozone and Synthetic oil on sale at Costco. Plugs, oil filter, air filter, gas filter, synthetic oil and maybe fuel injector cleaner, then find someone to change it all out. Your car will be very happy and you can control price and quality of parts.
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  3. Actually....I was the only patient in the waiting room, when the lady came out of the exam room holding her little fluffy dog. After she left I questioned the receptionist and was told she held the dog on her lap throughout the procedure. Next, my turn. Candy walked me right into the same exam room!! There was no time to have done a true cleaning....possible. I expressed my dismay and left.. I don't really care if the dog is a trained emotional support dog or not, it's a dog and I don't want a dog sharing the dental space with me. I live dogs and have many, but come on already...,
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  4. All I want people to do is to just connect the dots, just connect the dots folks! Lets shed some light on the article that Virgo Lady just posted. This highly contagious virus known as Covid-19 which some sources quote it to be up to 10 times more contagious and deadly than the common flu, as of now it currently has infected up to 2% of the general population or heck, lets go with the highest figure out of New York, it has infected roughly 7 % of the population, it is common knowledge that this virus has been massively infecting people in the US since late December and or early January. According to the most reliable statistics from the CDC less than 1% of Americans that get this virus die, and 80% of those that do die, they die due to preexisting illnesses. We do not have a vaccine yet for Covid-19 and will probably never have a reliable vaccine. The current mortality rate in the US is slightly higher than a very bad flu year and yet there is a flu vaccine that about 50% of the American population take annually. The flu virus generally runs from October to May, the Coronavirus has run from late December to now, almost entering in July. Most recent reporting is acknowledging that the mortality rate is declining rapidly around the globe. The flu hits us every year, when did you believe that the infection rate was at only 7% of the population? Connect the dots folks! Generally the flu goes through the entire population and most people catch it to varying degrees more or less, it runs through families. Even a large number of the vaccinated still catch the flu every year. If the infection rate for Covid-19 is at between 2 to 7 percent of the general population after 7 months and the death rate is under 1%, when will you begin to realize that something ain't adding up folks? Is it possible that we have all been duped? They are also reporting that after those massive protests, there have not been any verifiable data to suggest a surge to date. I guess things will look different after the election, perhaps. Don´t believe all the opinions in the articles, within any article, most of the content is just noise, study the numbers alone. The numbers will tell a very different story.
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  5. A new way to refer to the one you refer to, in your area.....with the crowded people and loud music.
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  6. I am the original OP. Since all that are responding have not actually answered my original questions about actually using this program, I have decided to contact a lawyer who will certainly have accurate information about this program.
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  7. Agree, and be responsible to others who are more at risk than you are. And avoid places like La Coveda. It is the selfish ones who become asymptomatic carriers who are causing the majority of the increases out there.
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  8. After nearly 13 years here I've learned the one constant thing here is the rules and players constantly change and if you are attempting anything the least bit out of the ordinary it is best to hire a Mexican who knows the ropes to help you. That also applies to some of the usual stuff like getting resident visas, driving licenses and even buying cars. We hear about those who have negotiated the ropes successfully on their own, not so much the others. I'm amazed at how cheap that help is and how much it has helped us avoid a lot of unnecessary stress and upset over the years. After all, we didn't come here to deal with a bunch of problems, we came to be retired and enjoy the place. And for the most part we have done so very well and have no intention of leaving any time soon. And no matter what country one is in there are those who have figured out how to swim under the radar and avoid the rules. We know more than a few of them.
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  9. What's nasty is the people on this board who think they know everything about everything, to the point that they will even tell you that what you personally experienced couldn't possibly be true.
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  10. Well, you are simply wrong. I know you have an impossible time believing such a thing could be true. I used a respected immigration lawyer- he told me that he couldn't guarantee that INM would approve a working TR for my own business, but that there was no reason not to try. It was approved without any problem. I know several other foreigners who had the same experience. Mexico seems quite amenable to having foreigners start businesses here, because not only do we add to the economy in the same way that retired foreigners do, we also pay income tax on our earnings. And lest you start berating me for taking business away from a Mexican, my business filled a niche in my community- there were no Mexican businesses here providing that service. There still aren't, 16 years later. There is a misconception among many gringoes that the only way you can get permission to work on a TR is by having a job offer from a Mexican business or proving that you will employ Mexicans, but that isn't true. At least it wasn't when I obtained my papers. But anyone who wants to carry on believing falsehoods is welcome to wallow in their own ignorance.
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  11. You need to be a citizen.
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  12. That is an excellent name for that place. LOL
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  13. "Maria" Lourdes is fantastic and has been our dentist for many years. we strayed a couple of times including to a very popular dentist. She totally corrected the mess he made of my wife's bridge. She has done all my dentures including relines made by the excellent lab she uses.
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  14. I really love my dentist. Lourdes Barajas in Chapala a couple of doors south of the bus station on on Madero. 765-2800 She is very skilled and for a root canal she called in a dentist from Guad. He gave me the best root canal I've ever had with curved rasps. She's reasonably priced (root canal and crown for 4000 pesos) and really skilled. She did restorative work on a friend with veneers and a bridge and it's been stable for years.
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  15. Yes it was here then. Only place to eat in Ajijic at that time. Also I have memories of dining there in '76 or '77 with the water splashing up against the windows. Driving to Joco was an adventure avoiding all the charales drying on the highway. Yes times change
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  16. As stated you have to be 65 if Indian or 68 non-indian. Must have voting card. My landloard which collects U. S. SS plus my rent and probably more. receives 2550 pesos every two months. I am eligible in October. I am not saying I will apply.
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  17. As a 19 year old, on my own, I came here in 1972 and spent two years. Only available phone was in a tienda on the plaza. No banks, hospitals,LCS, traffic lights, and very few restaurants. Most of the streets were two way and not many cars parked to impede traffic. Movie theater on the plaza, pier under water during the rainy season, and only a couple of blocks of development north of the highway. Still a fishing village. Somehow though, still much the same. Alan
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  18. As a person with a permanente visa that has never shown my income to the Mexican government, I know's that's right.
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  19. Was I talkin' about you? Please...your ego is getting the best of you!!!
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  20. Please...the subject is the malecons opening up here... again everything getting off track. I just got back from my daily walk along the pedestrian bridge and SAT malecon and back through town (many hola's, adios! with all the friendly folks here). Thankfully more and more activity, mostly young parents and children and othes out and about. Don't want to get into the politics here but my personal opinion is that it was a dumb CYA decision from the get go. As so the liquor ban, but beer and wine OK that is still in effect. Oh well, we still can enjoy the great weather with the rainy season here and at least limited restaurant and other restrictions being lifted.
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  21. I came here in 1980 for my 40 birthday trip, And now I am 80 and still in love with the place, when I came the old posada was the hangout, and the plaza was a gazebo in a field, there were maybe four or five restaurants some bars and lots of vacant land , everybody knew each other, then th building boom started and has never stopped, all my five casas we not more than five blocks to the plaza, I am here to stay..
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  22. It probably is vastly underestimated everywhere in the world.. I know many people in France and Mexico who had it and never reported it.. That is not uncommon for the people who can stay home and get over it. There is no medecine for it and no cure so unless it san emergency why even go tho the doctor.
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  23. I got mine several years ago in guadalajara, the director refused to give me the card and I stuck to my guns and she called a immigration director in and he told her I qualified she was pissed, sorry I had to share that. I believe lcs had a program to get the card thru them, when they open back up I would check with them, it is a beneficial card to have 💯
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  25. Your getting in to politics. About 6 weeks ago I asked the owner of the TOB to delete my registration because he let politics infiltrate his entire board and not just the "political" section and in essence turn the whole thing in to a fish bowl debate. So please take your Canada versus the US stuff to TOB. (and just to let you know I am Swiss but have lived 11 years in Ontario, Canada). 😑
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  26. Please tell us ....How did you qualify for a PR on an income of under $600US per month?
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  27. You are right. Staying at home most of the day, I am constantly reading international news online. Real news, not fake conspiracy theories. I can't supply links because I read up to 100 items every day. I read one written by a medical professional that some people who do survive CV do come out with lasting and very serious side effects such as lung and heart damage and inability to wake up after the required medical sedation when you are on a ventilator, which is very traumatic to the body. Other medical professionals have detailed how horrible some of these cases are even if the people live. People in ICUs with CV often die alone, the bodies pile up, the morgues fill up, and mass graves have to be dug and used. Many never see their loved ones again once they enter the ICU. This could happen anywhere the CV rates surge. CV is NOT the flu, it is much more deadly, all propaganda firmly set aside. There are more young people catching it now because they are the ones going out and socializing without protection the most. It's like unsafe sex, you really take your chances. They might not die as fast but they also may come out with lasting problems. One strong factor in young people getting CV is obesity. There are also cases of children getting it with lasting problems, and a set of triplets was just born with all of them testing positive for CV. They were tested before they even had a chance to nurse, so they did not get it from mother's milk. About the crowded hospitals, I read first hand accounts from Italy, including videos, written/made by local Italians who were fluent in English. I paid attention because I had been contemplating a trip to Italy and was very alarmed how fast it got so bad there. One woman detailed everything she saw and experienced with her own family members and neighbors, which was ghastly. One man walked through a hospital waiting room taking live videos showing the area so crowded that incoming patients were actually lying on the floor with nothing, waiting to be seen. Both said the bottom line is that it is much worse than you think. Take very good care, stay healthy! Edited by moderator to remove politics.
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  28. It seems some people here don't read the posts. It's obvious by the reply. AS I STATED $12,000 PESOS PER MONTH WAS TOO MUCH INCOME TO QUALIFY FOR THE PROGRAM FOR MEXICAN CITIZENS UNDER DISCUSSION I MADE NO COMMENT ON WHAT IS THE DEFINITION OF POOR. MEXICAN OR OTHERWISE. I doubt very much the poster from Sayulita lives on a total income of $12,000 per month based on previous posts. Possible, but doubtful. The poster probably is not a Mexican citizen either. I would love to meet some foreigners who have gained Mexican citizenship who don't own a home and live on an income of less $550US (notice I didn't say spend...I said income.)
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  29. Residente Temporal and Residente Permanente are visas, each with an income requirement, and are administered by the INM (Instituto Nacional de Migración). Mexican citizenship has no income requirement and is administered by the SRE (Secretaria de Relaciones Exteriores).
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  30. And for those of us from elsewhere who have become citizens, it would be totally shameful and greedy to try to exploit this benefit intended for "born here" Mexicans who are in much more need than we are, regardless of each foreign-born person's financial resources.
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  31. mudgirl, it really is time you stopped destroying threads with your constant patronizing. No one cares about your pointless and continuous judgey posts. Just because this person opened himself up to the possibility of a personal attack does not mean you have to. But you do at every opportunity. Try to be nice for a change.
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  32. Yogi...where are you????
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  33. Please do not presume why I am asking for information regarding this program. It is stated on bienestar.gob.mx what credentials are needed. The site says nothing about "poor" Mexicans, nor, does it give an income level required for a valid application. I am still waiting for someone to respond to my actual questions that have experience with this program. Mostlylost, how do you know about the "eligibility interview"? How do you know about ''Seguridad Social pension''?
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  34. I read your post and...gasp!...even comprehended it. OK, joking-ish aside, do you really think the virus is going to respect a border? The self-isolation is great for the person that's at risk, but there are many that just can't put their lives on hold. We're fortunate that we're retired and don't have to worry about the next paycheck. That's great for us, but...people have to eat. Jobs have to be done. Life is going to continue, regardless of what is out there. Medical emergencies, or other emergencies, are going to happen. When we return, we still have to eat, see a local doc, etc, etc. No matter how hard one tries, contact can be limited, but not eliminated and the virus is going to go through "the herd," no matter how much we might wish otherwise. El Menudo: the reference is to a Twilight Zone episode that this situation sure is mirroring (apologies if you knew and I just misunderstood your comment).
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