Live The Highlife In Mexico

Wheew! I am so glad to be back. Thank you all for the e-mails and for your concern. Will answer them today.

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You know, not long ago I listened to people on TV saying how they retired to Mexico and were living like queens and kings on an income they could not do in America.

I didn’t think any more about it until I saw this documented story…

photo/sanmiguelluxuryhomes.com

It’s about Jayne and Eduardo: a petite, blonde-haired American and a stocky, dark-bearded charmer from Mexico.

After their initial meeting, Eduardo convinced Jayne to dine with him aboard a railroad car. “You must be a celebrity the way everyone pays you so much attention,” she laughed.

Eduardo’s cheeks turned red beneath his trim, black beard, “The truth is I own this fabulous dining car.”

They soon marry and settle on Eduardo’s ranch in rural San Miguel, Mexico.

The couple work the ranch and after their sons are born Jayne helps to found a small neighborhood school.

Their world is a happy, wonderful place until…

Jayne and Eduardo drop the boys off at school and travel down the dirt road leading back home when suddenly they are bumped from behind.

In a flash, they are duct tapped and thrown from their jeep. Jayne is left face down in the dirt with a note, while the kidnappers speed off with her husband.

No one will stop for a woman with her hands and feet bound; Jayne has to jump in front of a bus to get help.

Back at home Jayne reads the note, it tells her to wait for an e-mail. It comes five days later demanding 8 million dollars for the return of her husband. Only they don’t have that kind of money.

The next 71/2 months are a living hell as the kidnappers place coded ads in the newspaper warning what will happen to Eduardo if they don’t get the money. There are more e-mails, packages, degrading notes from Eduardo, a nasty phone call from her husband, and a picture of a wasted man she hardly recognizes.

Jayne finally convinces the kidnappers to agree to an amount she can scrape together and it is dropped off. Only nothing happens.

Two days later the grieving wife is at the kitchen window washing dishes when a shadow passes in front of the window; she wipes her hands and goes to the door.

An old man wearing a cap stands in the doorway; he is gaunt, pale, skin hangs from his bones. Jayne cannot speak, she braces herself…

It is Eduardo.

She wants to call the doctor and psychologist that she has on standby; he refuses. “Please, I only want your delicious banana pancakes.”

Gradually Jayne and their sons nurse Eduardo back to health. Life will never be the same, still there is progress and they are happy.

Until—another dreaded e-mail—threatens the entire family. They go to the police who escort them out of town. They stay with Jayne’s mother in the States. It is only supposed to be for a few months, until the investigation is over, it has been years.

This is caused by a secret visit made to the ranch which turned into a nightmare … when their beloved dining car is broken into and destroyed.

A warning from the kidnappers?

Jayne and Eduardo realize they can never return.

May Your Glass Always Be Half Full

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Read a chapter of Maxi’s coming
coming novel Over the Edge
http://maximalone.com
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About Maxi

Hi … I'm Maxi, a retiree with an addiction. I have quit: raising kids, cleaning house, cooking, doing laundry—there is no end the list—everything is done on "have to." The addiction? Writing to my last breath. blessings ~ maxi
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