Another shoe dropped-- At least it wasn't mine
So, what shoe dropped? Well, this one is Angie's letdown. She booked the trip to coincide with Halloween and the corresponding Day of the Dead celebrations happening in Mexico. In Merida they celebrate Hanal Pixan. She was very excited to attend the Paseo de las Ánimas which is a parade where people dress and paint their faces as they travel to the cemetery.
The problem, she didn't look into her dates properly and we will miss the parade by a day. To say she was disappointed when I told her about it would be an understatement. She was pissed. She really wanted to take some photos and have that experience. I think she would have canceled again, except we are way past any cancellation windows this time. Lucky for me!
Because I'm still excited to go. And I promised her that someday we'll be living there and be able to attend all the fun parades.
So, I think she's kind of better now, and hopefully we'll still find some cool photo opportunities for her.
I'm still debating if I should ask Isaac to see those houses. I really want to, even though we won't be in a position to put an offer on them until sometime next year, by which point they may be off the market. Or we may be in the middle of World War III (thanks, Trump). But I also don't want to be rude and waste Isaac's time.
I know I can tell him "hey, if you have time, but if not don't let me bother you."
But I know he's a little like me, where he'll take me even if I am bothering him just because he's too nice. Haha, such a dilemma in life, being too nice.
I guess I have a couple of weeks to decide.