My editor asked me to share with you some of the down sides of living in Mexico. Then, I've been known to lose some perspective. Prowler problems . An hour ago. Something is definitely amiss.
Nobody is at the front gate.
I walk into the backyard that is surrounded by 10-foot cement walls covered with bougainvilleas. There's a Mexican man standing on my neighbor's roof and staring at my barking dogs and my house. Then I get anxious. I walk next door to my neighbor to ask if that's his gardener on the roof. Now, I'm concerned.