Somewhere along the 307 highway from Cancun to Tulum, I stared into my rearview mirror wondering what would happen next. The fat, little cop returned with my license and asked me,”How did an Arab mariachi like you, end up speaking Spanish here in Mexico?” How succinct, I thought.
Funny you should ask:
Somewhere around December 31st 2011 I was writing New Year’s Resolutions. I like resolutions. It’s a time to dream and ask the existential questions. There were many resolutions, but 3 of them would come to fruition:
2) Speak a different language
3) Build a retreat center
– I wasn’t a good designer.
– It was far from DC.
– My Spanish was weak.
– My construction skills were poor
– I had no friends here, and when I blew this, probably anywhere else too
– I couldn’t afford it
– I was scared
After finishing the tour, I slumped down on a bench, feeling tired. I looked to my wife and expressed half my doubts before she cut me off. She said “I know exactly what to do, don’t worry. Just get the deal done”.
There have been a few times, where she said similar things to me. I have placed many of my biggest bets on her. I thought that if I messed this up, we would probably tank our other endeavors as well. This was more complex than before but one of my rules has always been:
Bet the most, on the ones you love.
I remembered New Years and found it cosmic that this would fulfill so many of my resolutions.
I went home and placed a low offer with some hopes they would reject it. I thought, once they countered or said no, I would walk and it would be over. I could say I tried. I stepped away from my email satisfied that this fantasy was fleeting. I went to bed content and slept well thinking this would never happen.I came back the next morning and checked my email.
Wow I thought. This is going to be awesome.
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