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Tumbling Down the Rabbit Hole

Our upcoming move to la isla del encanto has been one heck of a journey, and we haven’t even moved yet! It has come to mean so many things to us that it really is difficult to explain to others without a lengthy conversation that challenges commonly held beliefs. For this reason we normally leave it to simple things that we all understand; nice weather (no snow), growing plants, playing in the ocean, and achieving a goal. When we first started down our path and looked at properties in Puerto Rico we were simply going to get a mortgage and move. That was the extent of our planning. No idea of how we were going to make money or what we would be doing.

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First Property We tried to Purchase

Through the process of discovery which unfolded in front of us on our path we found solutions to all the big ‘problems’. How are we going to buy food? How are we going to PAY OUR BILLS!? Do I need a corporate/cubicle job down there? I was obviously still thinking in the box.  A box I had forgot existed even though I am in it everyday.

I didn’t realize what actual freedom entails or that I was even in a system that doesn’t promote or teach it, which is odd because we live in the ‘land of the free’. I didn’t even realize I wasn’t free! I like to use the movie “Matrix” as an analogy to the realization of what we were actually up against.
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The answers came over time.

One essential thing was to cut our bills to a manageable size (no mortgage, very little in the way of consumer goods and NO SUBSCRIPTIONS). It’s pretty easy in the U.S. and totally normal to spend $1000/mo or more on just a spot to sleep. And that seems…I dunno…Kind of ridiculous. When you are first starting out on your own, that consumes a lot of your money. That money that you traded your life’s energy for.  Then add on cable, phone, utilities and all the other modern conveniences of life I haven’t ever been without for long.

Why do I have to spend money simply to exist?
A> Because that is the way it was decided long before me.  It is that simple.

The meaning behind this became profound.  Debt is the basis of American lives and is what our economy is built upon.  We as a nation rarely if ever mention this and certainly the paid for advertising of our mainstream media isn’t going to let it be known.  It isn’t taught in public school, or discussed on the television.  The debt based consumer mindset opened my eyes to how the things I buy hold me down. Everything I purchase has associated costs.  The concept of less is more started to appeal to me and also gets me closer to our end goal.

This is a huge consideration in my life now. Want that shiny object?  Would you trade your life for it? Is it worth 2-10 years of my life to have a new Corvette Z06 that will continue to consume more of my life’s energy (in the form of money for gas, licensing, insurance, tickets, repairs and worry)? No. I have struggled with this as an American male.  I started to question it. Where does that consumerism seed get started? Is it just an exploitation of a hard-wired evolutionary biological mechanism?  Is it installed into me by society and advertising? I think it’s a mixture, but it is deeply rooted in our culture and taught to us as children.  Want.

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This poster was in MANY of my classrooms

You see. This decision to walk a different path, even if just slightly,  from the standard has spawned an introspective thought process.  This is where true freedom begins, with our choices.  Not just the choices of what to buy, but the choice of how to think.  How to operate this human machinery.  It has allowed me to see more clearly and be more aware of my surroundings, motivations and beliefs.  All of this came from a simple goal to move to an island.

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Creating the lifestyle that we envisioned is now on our doorstep. We are both looking forward to a life without the rat race. No more waking up everyday at 6am to shower, eat, commute and work towards someone else’s dream and someone else’s freedom. We get to work at our dream and our freedom.  At the age of 34 I’d say that is one hell of an accomplishment and we are only getting started.

Today marks my last day of work and entrance into wonderland.

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Big Updates

Time is moving fast!  We have continued the selling, the gardens are once again brimming with food, we had an anniversary (ocho años!)….and I put in my 2 weeks notice at work.

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On our anniversary

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Greenhouse is Full -Spaghetti Squash is flowing out the windows!

It seems kind of unreal and yet totally comfortable to be on our path at the pace we are taking it. A lot of the things in our lives have been taken on as challenges such as our jobs and our goals are coming to a close.  As those things wind down, we are entering into our next level.  It seems to be a pretty natural transition actually and that’s because I suppose we designed it that way.  This hasn’t been a fast process.

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Peaches Galore (from our peach tree)

We often say to each other that we want to have an “endless Saturday in summer” because we enjoy the nice weather, the laid back pace and the freedom that we have on our weekends here in Colorado on the weekends.  That of course changes to ice world here in a few months.

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Our Friends Adriana and Jose took most of our furniture!

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Even the Banana Tree

The house is nearly empty!  Most everything that is left is either spoken for, or will be given away.  When I am off of work, I can spend more time with the remaining items and changing bills over to paperless/online and the small things. It feels like we are ready to go, but there is lots to be taken care of before we head onto our Puerto Rico adventure!

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I’m a Modern Man?

When Cassie and I were at the Midway airport in Chicago, we saw a couple that stuck out.  They didn’t ‘fit’ into the normal picture.  They appeared to be an older Mexican couple.  The man wore a cowboy hat and boots, the woman in a dress.

We were at the gate watching and the airline didn’t let them on the plane.  They closed the door and the couple looked very confused.  It was apparent that they did not speak English and were out of sorts.

Cassie went over to try and help the couple and the airline folks translate.  She found out that they were actually from Guatemala and not only didn’t speak much English but were hardly literate. They were scared and lost without anyone to help them. They were on their way to New York City to visit family and had somehow gotten standby tickets, but they did not know what that meant and had felt abandoned at the airport. As standby passengers, since the plane had filled up, they didn’t get on.

This couple had more or less left directly from their finca and this was their first flight or trip out of Guatemala ever. They needed to get a hold of their family in NY and let them know that they would be on another flight (once Cassie helped them get straightened out with a confirmed ticket).  I handed them my phone to use.  Cassie looked at me and said something like, “Um…I think you should probably dial it for them.”

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Modern Man Tool

Rethinking my action I agreed.  They would have never seen many cell phones, let alone the new touch screen smart phone.  I dialed the number, handed it to Miguel and he looked at it like it was an alien spaceship.  The phone is enough like an actual phone so he could hold it up to his ear and talk.  I think that puts him somewhere technology wise in the 1930s or 1950s. It was clear that this modern life was not comfortable in the least to this couple. 

Fast forward to Cassie and my daily life….

We have been watching a lot of Survivor type shows that take place in tropical locations.  The most recent we have been watching is Naked and Afraid.  We started to watch them simply because they took place in the Tropics.  Like most things, these shows have changed our worldview a bit in ways that we didn’t expect.

When you see people trying to survive without all the modern conveniences of society and try to live off food from the ocean, or the jungle you see that humans, for the most part are not able to live outside of society for very long.  We can’t drink water, we can’t find food, fire is hard to start without matches and being wet sucks.

In the Naked and Afraid show it is surprising how even survival specialists who teach classes on the subject, fail when it comes to actually surviving in the wild!

I have been contrasting this with the life that I live in a corporate world that consists of driving, sitting in front of a computer screen working with abstract ideas and concepts, eating pre-made pre-packaged food and taking walks for exercise.  I can’t help but notice that I have been completely removed from nature.  I, unlike the Guatemaltecos in the airport, have been raised in American schools in order to domesticate me to the society in which I was anticipated to exist.  I know how to form and stand in lines, how to type and to a lesser degree use hand writing (they have now stopped teaching cursive in a lot of schools). I understand all the various hoops one must jump through to do anything nowadays. I was trained to sit at a desk all day long and I know how to work within a diverse group to achieve a goal that has been given to me by a leader, teacher, manager or other figure of authority.

All of these modern skills are useful in my society.  They are what the corporation is looking for in their resources.  However these modern skills are almost useless in nature or on a finca.  I can’t start a fire without matches, I don’t know what things I can eat and making a sturdy shelter without a home depot would be a challenge.

Contrasting this with the Guatemalan couple, I would bet that they would do much better on the survival shows than even the so-called survival experts.  They aren’t as far removed from the natural world.  I am not exactly sure if one is better than the other, I just thought that the contrast was stark.

In our move to Puerto Rico, we are looking forward to a better balance between the two worlds.

This song helps to sum it up (snippet of lyrics below):

So I wait my turn, I’m a modern man
And the people behind me they can’t understand
Makes me feel like….
Something don’t feel right

They say we are the chosen few but we waste it
And that’s why we’re still waiting
On a number from the modern man
Maybe when you’re older you will understand why you don’t feel right
Why you can’t sleep at night no
In line for a number but you don’t understand like a modern man

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4th of July in the U.S. of A

Yesterday Britton and I both had the day off for the fourth of July. We really didn’t have any plans so we invited my mom and her partner over to BBQ with us. We decided to have a little fun and participate in some of the traditional American aspects of the 4th of July: beer, BBQ and blowing crap up (fireworks) :-).

Sometimes I forget that not everywhere (not even everywhere in the US) does things the same as in Greeley, Colorado. Some places don’t have drive-thru liquor stores, car lots aren’t closed on Sunday for religious holdover reasons and water rights aren’t more important than just about anything else. In some places you don’t see people drive humongous diesel trucks, work on a farms or oil rigs, wear cowboy hats and spit brown tobacco. Or you don’t still see manual laborers pulling onions from the ground or corn fields that come autumn turn into beautiful huge mazes (or maizes as they wittily call them).

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Long horns in the Greeley Stampede parade

In other places, you might not see people jogging around town running in place (the men usually shirtless) while they wait at stoplights in order to continue their exercise momentum. You might not see the huge exodus of cars as they drive up into the mountains on holiday weekends for a hike and picnic. In some places, “Red Rocks” means next to nothing while here it is always the answer to “Where is the best concert venue?” In some places the carnival and rodeo and huge parade don’t come around every 4th of July and the big Black Cat firecracker tents don’t pop up like weeds all along the front range.

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Fireworks tents spring up everywhere this time of year even though most of what they sell is illegal to ignite

But right here, in this place and time, these are all things we just take as part and parcel of this American life in the no-longer-too-Wild West of the high plains/front range of Colorado.

We often don’t think about culture as being the culture in which we grew up, but it is there hidden in plain sight, right in front of our eyes. We don’t see it until we have the contrast of other cultures, norms, and rules.

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Yes, that is a confederate flag…

We sometimes think of culture as something other people have, or of subcultures of the mainstream. What this implies is that it feels normal. Because there is no contrast or challenge to the main culture, one is not able to see oneself. Normal often means invisible to ourselves. This is one of the reasons I love travel and cultural immersions. Through meeting people and visiting their lands, you actually start to see yourself and your roots more clearly.

I realize that it will be a little bittersweet to leave this comfortable life and culture we have always known. It is so very easy to fit right in with the place you were born and not give it a second thought, especially if you can identify with the majority. But ease and comfort doesn’t usually help you grow as a person. And so it is partly for that reason that we are moving on to new, wider experiences in life.

But for this day, this emblematic day of America, we appreciated our hometown 4th of July, Independence Day, in the ol’ U.S. of A by doing a few things we love to do on a hot summer, mid-west American day.

We took a walk in our favorite park, Glenmere.

Glenmere Where’s Cassie? I love this little cove Hobbit-house in Glenmere Park

We picked up some beer, and put some brats on the grill. We listened to music and as the sun set, the whole neighborhood came alive and glowing with people setting off all the firecrackers they had bought from the ubiquitous tents. As the night became even darker and cooler, we sat on our front porch and lit our small $5 supply of sparklers and jumping jacks and watched the big and beautiful fireworks show put on by the Stampede as we have done almost every year we’ve lived here. We enjoyed the finale to a wonderfully American day.

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Watermelon, sparklers and American beer -Happy 4th of July

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