Mostly this is for the kids, so they can look back and remember how crazy their momma was and how she insisted on homeschooling in the sun.
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Land.
I don't know all the rules about buying land in Mexico, or owning land. Or commandering land. But it's a thing in Mexico.
Years ago when I was in Mexico for a whole year, I mostly stayed in La Manzanilla which is ejido land. Land given to Nationals to help promote people moving to the Coast, to do agriculture. Imagine that. Land given to you so you would, gasp, move to the Coast to farm. You then can pass that land down your family line. I don't know how the buy/sell trade goes with it. Or I forgot. I do know the land is supposed to be "sold" to Nationals only.
Guayabitos is not Ejido land, so I think people buy and sell regularly. Or, just put a fence around a piece of land and call it their own.
So about a week ago I heard someone in the land next to our house. Curious, I looked over. Properly, they were looking around it. They left. And 10 minutes later someone else shows up, looks at the land. Walks around.
About an hour later someone yells in our gate. With an interperter. They wanted to know who took down part of their fence and that they own the land? Backing up, the week we got here, some guys show up and mix concrete and instal some new fence posts. Two days later a big truck drives right over it to deliver gravel. Taking down two whole sections of fence. Like literary, the big dump truck just drives right on over the barbed wire and down through the property. Back to guys at gate. Of course, I was like "hey, I'm just renting. I know nothing. Leave me alone. Find out yourself." As I did not really want to get involved, at all. But funny enough - I do know who took down the fence and it was none of them. Ha.
Another neighbor comes out and was insisting to the "interpeter" that they know who took the fence down and that he is playing both sides of who owns the property.
Land DRAMA.
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