By: Chuck Bolotin


Sitting with my wife and dogs on the white sand beach in the shade of our private, palm-thatched enclosure open to the sea, I scanned the horizon. Clear, flat, translucent water alternating in countless shares of turquoise extended first to where several very small islands beckoned a few hundred yards offshore, then to the endless horizon. It was a gentle 80 degrees and there was a slight breeze. Only one other family, about 50 yards away, shared this paradise on the Sea of Cortez in Baja California, which we had paid the equivalent of $3 to enter. Lazily considering the events of the last month, my thoughts were interrupted by a man who rode up in a dune buggy asking if we wanted to buy some shrimp for lunch, for about $2.

How did we get to this place?

If you’re a Baby Boomer raised in the U.S. or Canada, there’s a pretty good chance you and I have a lot in common. Most likely, growing up, we shared the same general outlook on life, watched The Beverly Hillbillies, played outside and ate sugary breakfast cereals. With some variation, we progressed through common experiences at school, jobs, marriage(s) and perhaps kids, and most of us went on to live fairly normative lives to where we are now—middle aged.

About two years ago, my wife and I stopped traveling this well-trod path and instead ventured forth onto one quite different. We sold our home in Arizona, sold, gave away or put into storage all our household goods that wouldn’t fit into a large, white van, and with our two dogs, embarked on a drive through Mexico, living for about six weeks each at several of the most popular expat areas.

Here’s why we did it. Perhaps some of our reasons resonate with you.

Retrieved from: