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By mid-October, everything was done, I was packed and ready to leave. I placed the cat carrier on the front seat, hugged my friends as they warned me again that I would surely be raped and pillaged, climbed behind the wheel and began my trek to my new life in Mexico. This trip had actually begun 5 months before, when in early May , at the insistence of my friends and family, I had vacationed in Guadalajara for a week.
Finally I had given up, sighed and agreed. I did not speak Spanish, my Mexican experience consisted of lunches at the Rosarito Beach Hotel and day trips to Tijuana. All alone in a hotel in downtown Guadalajara, I spent my days walking and basking in the sun and the warmth of the people in Tapatio Plaza. On the second day I realized a miracle was happening in me. I was feeling well, my glands were no longer so swollen, my voice was returning to normal, I could walk and be out of bed for hours at a time, without pain or weakness.
The mental fog was lifting. Following Bill's death, I had become terribly ill and had been weak and in pain for over a year. I had been so relieved when the specialist explained that the debilitating and terrifying physical and neurological problems I had experienced commonly accompanied the syndrome, and although there was no cure for the disease, it was seldom fatal or crippling.
On good days, I could, sometimes, go to the mall if I limited myself to one shop, used handicapped parking, and rested on the way to and from the car. The ability to read, to write a check, to find my way home, were often beyond my new capabilities, a bitter pill for a Type A personality, doing, caring, controlling active year-old. Now, mysteriously the second day in Guadalajara, I felt nearly well. I could do what I wanted, with just a siesta. Each day I was stronger and better. By the third day, I knew I had come home, that somehow I belonged in Mexico.
I spent the next few days with a tour group from Palm Springs which had checked into my hotel. Each morning they heard lectures from realtors, doctors, lawyers and other experts, and then toured tequila, pottery and shoe factories, traveled to Tlaquepaque and then to the Lake Chapala area, all part of retirement tour pioneer Carlos Navia's trip, "Retirement in Guadalajara ".