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  1. 21 minutes ago, Pogo said:

    My wife is having severe stomach pain. Have been through the local GPs and Ajijic Hospital with no luck. Does anyone have experience with a good gastro person in the area?

    Dr. Daniel Briseno

    At Quality Care 

    376 766 1870

    332 785 0259

    (331) 252-0429

    danielbriseno@yahoo.com

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  2. 52 minutes ago, Bob Liu said:

    We’ll be surprised by thinking with our common sense.

    The answer is, MAYBE. It depends. Here’s the exact details. 
    (Not sure the one in Ajijic is the same or not)
    https://www.walmart.com/help/article/refunds/b7208ee087f84b6e8c78ced8cdc685ac

    For your case, this might apply:
    “Store Returns without a Receipt...
    The merchandise may be returned and a cash refund provided if the refund value of the returned item is less than $25”

    And show them this webpage.
     

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    Your link is about US Walmart return policies. 

    Walmart International is an entirely different entity. 

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  3. On 6/27/2020 at 4:35 PM, ezpz said:

    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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    The room in the lovely B & B is called the Mango Room where we stayed the second trip to Ajijic with all our grown children.

    Thanks for a good read!

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  4. 3 hours ago, Eric Blair said:

    They spoke at his desk for about 15 minutes. He gave her an injection.

    He did not wear a mask or gloves at any point.

    As we were leaving, I asked him if he thought masks were needed to help preventing getting Covid 19. He said said yes, if you're in a large group outdoors. He then said he did not have it because he had no assumptions.

    He prescribed a name-brand medication for her. When she got home, she cross=reference it with the name of another medication she had taken with major side effects. It was the same one.

     

    You did your research and went to the doctor for a reason. 

    You could have discussed the options of the medicine instead of venting on the internet for sympathy.

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  5. 6 hours ago, gringohombre said:

    This number was reported ON that day...it is not the number FOR that day:

    MEXICO CITY (Reuters) - Mexico’s health ministry on Saturday reported 3,593 new confirmed cases of coronavirus infection and 341 additional fatalities, bringing the total in the country to 113,619 cases and 13,511 deaths.

    June 4th Thursday:
    105680 - 101238 = 4432
    June 6th Saturday:
    113619 - 110026 = 3593

    Take a week off the board will be beneficial to yourself and others.

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  6. Here is the article from:

    The Washington Post

    By Sindya N. Bhanoo 

    May 26, 2020

    Retiring to a sunny foreign vacation spot was the American dream. Now the coronavirus is forcing some expats to come back.

    Lured by warm weather and the prospect that their Social Security benefits would go further, a growing number of Americans had been looking to retire abroad.

    When the borders between the United States and Mexico closed because of the coronavirus pandemic, Hernán Drobny and Ann Barden, a retired couple from Michigan, swung into action.

    Drobny, a former physician, called trusted, local doctors in their retirement enclave of San Miguel and asked if they would provide care, should the couple come down with covid-19. He looked into home delivery of oxygen tanks, purchased hydroxychloroquine and azithromycin, unproven medications that have been used against the novel coronavirus, and made inquiries about in-home nursing.

    More than two months later, Drobny is convinced it was the right call. “We have some sadness in feeling constrained, not seeing family and friends, and feel a bit stranded,” he said. But had they returned to their second home in Michigan the situation would have been the same, just colder, he said. “If we were not interested in intensive care, which would clearly be better in the U.S., we felt we could stay here,” Drobny said.

    The coronavirus pandemic has forced many American expat retirees to reevaluate their decision to live abroad, weighing their financial situations, access to health care and the prospect that cross-border movement could be limited to essential travel — cutting them off from loved ones. It is forcing some to put expat life on hold, or return years earlier than they had initially planned.

    About 1.4 million American retirees receive Social Security payments abroad, though that figure may not include those who split their time between another country and the United States.

    Until the pandemic brought vacation life to a grinding halt, the number of Americans choosing to retire to other countries had been climbing over the last few years, said David Kuenzi, a partner at Thun Financial Advisors in Madison, Wis., which has more than 500 Americans abroad as clients.

    Kuenzi now expects a slowdown, and possibly a reversal in the movement of retirees outside the United States.

    “If you’re elderly and high risk and think ‘If I get this I might need ventilation,’ then maybe the United States is the better place to be,” Kuenzi said. “As of right now, a lot of people who were planning a retirement abroad are putting those plans on hold.”

    Olivia Mitchell, a professor at the Wharton School of Business at the University of Pennsylvania who studies pension, Social Security and retirement security, said that retirees tend to stay abroad until their health begins to deteriorate. Then, the United States becomes attractive again, because of the availability of health care and the proximity to family.

    “There is a reverse flow to be closer to kids,” Mitchell said. “This epidemic may hasten that return flow for people on the edge of that, who are starting to struggle with taking care of themselves.”

    For retirees already abroad, many of whom are considered high risk for severe illness with covid-19, the decision to stay or go home is personal, based on health, savings and the potential for social and economic upheaval in their adopted countries.

    Retirees whose wealth and income is largely derived from U.S. investments need to factor in a potential drop in income from their investments or retirement plans and make sure they have a financial buffer.

    “Cash is king, so ideally you’ve got a lot of savings,” said William Jordan, the incoming president of the Association of American Residents Overseas and a retired American diplomat living in Paris. “Having that cushion is key for any retiree, but especially for retirees abroad in times like this.”

    It also makes sense to review health care in their retirement destination, Jordan said. “The coronavirus is acting as a test of health systems all around the world, and how they cope could affect whether people choose to retire overseas,” he said.

    And then there are security considerations. “Billions of people are out of work in many countries,” Mitchell said. “Food security is declining and corruption, bankruptcy and thievery are clearly going to become more of a concern.”

    Drobny and Barden are already beginning to factor those concerns into their plans. The couple expects to remain financially secure even as U.S. and global markets experience a significant downturn.

    But Drobny does worry that economic instability might trigger social unrest in Mexico, where many locals who are dependent on the informal economy, working as housekeepers, gardeners and in other service industry jobs, are now out of work.

    “People, when they’re desperate, do desperate things,” he said. If safety becomes a concern, he said he and his wife will return to the United States.

    Deborah Bickel, an American who runs Be Well San Miguel, a health-care consulting service in San Miguel de Allende that helps expatriates navigate the Mexican health-care system, has advised dozens of retirees on whether to stay or return to the United States.

    She advised some, including David and Barbara Ziff, who have lived in San Miguel for 10 years, to return to the United States because of preexisting medical conditions.

    David Ziff, 75, had an aortic valve replacement 2½ years ago and has a pacemaker. Although the Ziffs were not worried about contracting the coronavirus in Mexico, they were worried about travel becoming difficult and dangerous. They wanted to be able to visit David’s cardiologist at Duke University, if the need arose. They drove from Mexico to North Carolina last month.

    “When we crossed the border into Texas, I felt an enormous feeling of relief that we were back somewhere where we could get good medical care, converse with doctors in English and use Medicare,” Barbara Ziff, 73, said.

    Their drive back was tense, as they armed themselves with cleaning products to wipe down hotel rooms. They will not return to Mexico until they feel safe traveling by air again.

    “We’re thinking we’re here anywhere for six months to a couple years,” Barbara Ziff said. “It’s not so much financial for us, everything is health-based.”

    They are still paying $1,250 a month in rent for their three-bedroom home in San Miguel, which they can manage through savings — David is a retired clinical psychologist and Barbara is a retired teacher — and because they have cash from the sale in February of their Chapel Hill house.

    “We got all that cash, and the market is way down,” David Ziff said. "So we feel very lucky.”

    For others, money is more of a concern. Ava Wilson, 72, and her husband moved from the Denver area to Lake Chapala, Mexico in 2008, after losing most of their savings in the stock-market crash. They sold their home in a short sale and bought a modest home in Lake Chapala that they have fixed up over the years.

    The year they moved to Mexico, Wilson fell off a ladder. The couple did not have health insurance, and the accident cost them $30,000. They still have money in the stock market, but Wilson says they cover most of their living expenses through Social Security.

    While they love Lake Chapala for its climate and easy living, they have talked about leaving Mexico. Wilson misses her grandchildren, the Internet is often spotty and simple tasks, like paying a phone bill, can be frustrating.

    “For a short time we talked about having an escape plan,” she said. “We don’t know where to go where you can afford this lifestyle with fresh, clean air. Where do you go where you can live on your Social Security?”

    For Janice Wenning, who has a home in Berkeley, Calif., getting home has been the challenge. Wenning, 63, and her husband have traveled between the island of Ambergris Caye in Belize and their home in Berkeley for the last 15 years. This year, they planned to be in Ambergris Caye for two months but extended their stay after the owner offered them the place at a discounted monthly rate.

    “To have left in March would have thrown us into the fire,” she said. “Everything we were seeing going on in the States looked so bad.”

    But then their flight in April was canceled, and Wenning and her husband began to worry, even as they continued swimming in the Caribbean and getting massages by the beach. They were finally able to get seats on a U.S. Embassy-arranged repatriation flight on May 6.

    As they settle back into life in Berkeley, they are reconciling with the fact that they may not travel internationally for a long time, and that their vacations may be limited to places within driving distance.

    “We’re in our 60s, even though we’re both very healthy we can’t just be ‘let’s go here’ like we did when we were in our 20s,” she said. “We are more conscious about the health aspects, the exposure aspects, and where health care might be limited, particularly for visitors or travelers.”

    Correction: An earlier version of this story included the incorrect age for David Ziff. This has now been updated.


     

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  7. 2 hours ago, Mainecoons said:

    Why not just ignore posters and threads you don't like?

    Very easy on this board.

    I meant for you to "ignore posters and threads" you don't agree with, not constantly attacking them or not allowing them post here again. I like some of the very intelligent posters.

    "Very easy on this board." to ignore people. Why not take your own advice?

    Still appreciate your work being a mod, or anyone mods. 

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  8. 2 hours ago, CHILLIN said:

    I think until the newbies and naive understand that paying in $US is the equivalent of paying in double in Mexican pesos. I think many Mexican landlords would be embarassed of their peso pricing, and would know very well.that no one in their right minds, or not on the run from the law, would ever pay those prices.

    I feel sorry for you. Why so rude to others? Try to be nicer and have some compassion. Have a good day. 

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