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Widow’s Peek: International Closure
But is it ever really over?
My late husband and I vacationed in Puerto Vallarta for nearly 20 years and lived here off and on for almost four years. We both fell in love with the city and agreed to reside here to save money, escape Minnesota winters, relax, and enjoy quality time together.
Due to an improved lifestyle, apart from my allergic purpura period (where almost all my capillaries burst, and I was purple for three months), we both enjoyed improved physical and mental health.
But then the pandemic hit. We sheltered in place at the pool overlooking Banderas Bay, waiting for local restaurants to deliver our dinner. At night, the stars multiplied since cruise ships were no longer allowed. We could even see the Milky Way.
This form of torture continued through May. Then, because of my husband’s health issues and the need to be close to VA facilities, we moved back to Minneapolis in June, which was still in flames amid the George Floyd drama.
I Guess I’m a Snowbird Now
Anyone who knows me expected me to move to Mexico full-time and only come back to the United States for visits if the worst possible election result were to occur. Well, it did. However, in addition to myself, I also need to think about the vulnerability…