Life in a small trailer park in Mexico is pretty much the coolest thing ever. It's cheap; you've got built-in friends with similar attitudes about life; there's free crazy fast wi-fi; and it's central to everything in SMA. I've parked Yatz right under a tree and really just couldn't be more pleased with my set up--I hear the church bells go off a gazillion times a day and there's some rock solid fried veggie tacos at the end of my street. What more could I ask for?
The RV camp (which holds about 12 compact RV's) is surrounded by a giant stone wall and is flanked by a couple of very busy tennis courts...I had no idea people played so much tennis...it's nuts! The fellas who work on the grounds couldn't be nicer (always watering the flowers or working on some sort of construction project)...plus, someone comes by every few days to pick up laundry (mine was $4 and was turned around the same day) and the showers are hot...with better water pressure than my place in Chicago. And, THEN...the best part is--I can just pick up and leave any time I want--creating a new homebase on any patch of land I deem worthy. Pretty neat, eh? And, how I pulled my trailer thru that red gate in the dark on such a small cobblestone street I will never know.