Casa de la Playa.
‘House of the Beach’. Our house on the beach . . . in Mexico.
It seems, at times, so very long ago. And sometimes, it seems only yesterday. . .
Bucerias, Mexico 1991
We first visited Mexico in the winter of 1991. Six months later we bought a home there. We were ready for an adventure at the time. Our ages hovered at just above and below 40; ages when our work life, peppered with limited vacation days, just didn’t curb our wanderlust.
Just north of Puerto Vallarta, at the end of a rutted beach road in the tiny hamlet of Bucerias, the house that we would name Casa de la Playa captured our imaginations and fueled our dreams from the moment we saw it.
"Why, it could be a Bed and Breakfast we’d run in our retirement!
Until then a vacation rental. . .
Si! Por que, no? – Yes! Why not?"
That was a time long before the area was known -- as it is today-- as Riviera Nayarit. Back then fresh oysters were sold from stands lining the two-lane road that bisected the town - the National Highway.
Our story and experiences that evolved are not unlike the stories told in books by Frances Mayes about Tuscany and Peter Mayle about Provence. The trials and the triumphs of foreign home ownership have an uncanny similarity.
In our story, the chapters multiplied as we added three more homes to our holdings. Our adventures really began in 1998 when we quit our jobs – long before reaching retirement age - to oversee the construction of two of those homes.
Our Mexican story ended with the sale of our last casa seven years ago.
We’ve not been back to the area since that sale. There have been far too many other places in the world to see.
As I’ve written before, we’ve found timeshare ownership is now a better fit for our nomadic lifestyle. It’s far-less stressful and labor-intensive. We send an annual payment for maintenance and our labor is done.
The most ‘stress’ we have with the timeshare is selecting one of the many destinations from which we can choose. In fact Joel was looking at our menu of destinations a few days ago. . .
. . .when he noticed a resort in Riviera Nayarit, Rancho Banderas Vacation Villas, on Playa Destiladeras, a long stretch of flat, sandy beach, between Bucerias and Punta de Mita.
We reminisced about Playa Destiladeras, a remote hangout for surfers and their fans during our time in Mexico. Then we talked of long ago friendships, favorite restaurants and our favorite places along the coastline and in the Sierra Madres. . .
In less than an hour we’d booked our flights and secured a reservation. We’re heading back to Mexico after far too long an absence. Our trip down Memory Lane will be mixed with discovering this touristy Riviera Nayarit.
That’s the address now of that old enchantress, Casa de la Playa. Within months of selling our ‘house of the beach' to a businessman from Mexico City, he had it bulldozed to make way for a small condominium building that now towers where she once stood.
How about you? Have you traveled a Memory Lane destination lately? Or do you have a Casa de la Playa memory?
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