The Musical "Hair" 1992 Germany |
It’s not the first time I left the US and moved to another
country. Many years ago I took the opportunity to go on tour with the musical
“Hair”. I had seen the movie and didn’t like it. It wasn’t something I wanted
to do. However, my ex-husband convinced
me that it was an amazing opportunity I should not bypass. I took his advice
and went on the tour. It was a life changing experience that I will eventually
blog. First, allow me to back track a little.
Growing up in America during the ‘50’s when the civil rights
movement began was no picnic. The memories of discrimination by teachers in my
first Bronx elementary school are ugly. I was happy when we moved to a new
neighborhood and I changed schools.
Elementary School |
We moved to an Italian neighborhood where the occasional
fights with children did not seem to be racially motivated. It was just a bunch
of kids claiming their territory. If you won the fight you were in and all the
kids would play with you. P.S. 13 in the Bronx was much better than the first
school I’d attended. The teachers were genuinely interested in me and the
children were encouraged to be friendly and loving to each other.
108th Street in Corona |
The transition from P.S. 13 to P.S. 92 was devastating. Having
spent three and a half years in a well funded white public school that provided
a first class elementary education, my skills where above average and attitude
towards discipline different. My fifth
grade classmates harassed me to no end because I was obedient and could read
well. I hated school anyway and this didn’t make things any better.
You'd never guess! |
In the ‘60’s the civil rights movement was in full swing and
we “Negroes” were demanding desegregation, equal rights, equal education and
equal opportunity. Forced desegregation was in effect. After graduating from my
third elementary school I was bused to Junior High School 258 where it was
made clear to me that I was an inferior human being because of my skin color.
I
was tormented by my white school mates who called me nigger, black sambo and a
host of other debasing names. I suffered physical harassment and had to fight
often. I must admit I had some support
from the principal and faculty. There are some teachers I still remember
fondly, but racism was so intensely inherent I have few good memories of my
school years. NYC colleges were forced to desegregate several years later and
my student experiences were not much better.
Has it really changed? |
Dezera, Dennis and Me |
Germany |
It was some time before I started meeting people who spoke English. Oldenburg where I chose to settle is a university town and most of my newly found friends were foreigners who didn’t speak English or German. Eventually, we found ourselves together at the local language school preparing ourselves for our new lives.
It was a struggle to integrate into the community. It was very different from America. The Germans were friendly, helpful and encouraging. There are many stories I could tell about my twenty plus years living in this wonderful little city. Successes, love, marriage, divorce… However, this story is really about the move to Mexico.
Love of My Life! |
Fast forward. Rey and I have shared many wonderful
experiences. Our bond is like nothing I ever imagined or read about or even
heard about from other couples. His love for me is limitless. He words are
empowering. He works hard to be a good
role model and I am impressed and encouraged by his intelligence, fortitude and
bravery. He is magic and he is teaching me to become a powerful weaver of
spells.
Classic Meets Pop in Germany |
We liquidated all of our belongings and shipped the most
important articles – equipment, costumes, data… to Germany in preparation of
our next adventure. I’d already secured temporary housing for the three of us –
of course our dog Bruno was moving to Germany too!
Bruno |
Honestly speaking, I wasn’t really thrilled about moving
back to Germany. There I’m a well paid entertainer. My contacts are substantial
and I’m emotionally and spiritually closer to my friends than I am to my family
in the states. It was the most logical decision. But it was going to be a
struggle. There were now three mouths to
feed and moving there would put me farther away from retirement. Still, the
cost of living in Vegas, my ever increasing debt and health damaging stress
convinced me that I needed to get out of Dodge.
As I said, Rey is teaching me about weaving spells. I now
have an inkling of understanding of how powerful my words and thoughts are. Rey
has taught me the universe gives you everything you ask for in one way or
another.
Vegas. LOL! |
Moving day came. We
made arrangements for our car to be taken care of in Vegas and headed for the
airport with my instruments and our essential belongings packed in our luggage.
At the check-in I discovered I was carrying an expired passport. We had already
vacated the apartment and our belongings were on their way to Germany a week
before. There was nowhere to even search for the correct passport. We couldn’t
get on the plane.
McCarran Airport |
Me & Love Newkirk |
Me & Mom |
Ain't love grand! |
We know that we are blessed. It is a humbling experience to move to a new country with practically no belongings, no money and no job.
We spent our first months killing roaches and ants and sleeping on a funky mattress with broken springs. The house was so dirty I could hardly bare to go inside. The stove is dirty and rusty and we still haven’t been able to replace it. The rainy season was a disaster. Through the season the tiny house was wet and when it finally started to dry we were besieged with mold and mildew
It has been the happiest time of my life. Together with Rey,
the love of my life and our dog Bruno I decided to meet all challenges. It has
always been my dream to live in paradise. I wanted to have a home on the
riverside. Any riverside. I wanted to be close to the ocean. Any ocean. I always wanted to have a garden where I could
experience nature and grow my own food.
I unknowingly weaved spells with my wishes. Rey opened my
eyes. He taught me to focus and choose my words carefully so that I could
become a better weaver. I’m reinventing myself. I’m becoming the person I
always wanted to be.
I’ve learned more about Rey in the last six months than I have during our four year relationship. He is an excellent swimmer and a master spear fisher. It took me two days to clean and filet his first catch, a thirty pound tuna. He is an excellent provider. Our refrigerator is always full.
I’ve learned more about Rey in the last six months than I have during our four year relationship. He is an excellent swimmer and a master spear fisher. It took me two days to clean and filet his first catch, a thirty pound tuna. He is an excellent provider. Our refrigerator is always full.
I know we will live to be a healthy one hundred because Rey is a master spell weaver. We need at least that much time to experience all of our wishes. He’s taught me to dive, climb and find my way around the desert and the jungle in the dark. He’s taught me how to find food and water in the wilderness and he’s taught me how to defend myself against earth’s most dangerous animal – (wo)man.
Pasitos Garden |
It took months to get the landlady to make repairs and get
rid of the ever increasing mold. The roaches and ants are gone and the house is
clean. I had to change my whole mindset to recognize that the universe honored
the spells I weaved. I got everything I asked for in ways that were unexpected,
humbling and empowering.
I love our little house with its garden of bulging banana, papaya and sour sop trees. I’ve learned to make fresh juice and marmalade from the fruit of our gondo berry tree. I’m waiting excitedly for the first harvest from the avocado tree sitting on the other side of the fence that stands between the sidewalk and the river.
We live in paradise, me, Rey, Bruno and our newly acquired rescue Meeka Marley. Our environment is exotic and filled with birds, lizards, butterflies and beautiful creatures I can’t even identify.
Home Sweet Home! |
I love our little house with its garden of bulging banana, papaya and sour sop trees. I’ve learned to make fresh juice and marmalade from the fruit of our gondo berry tree. I’m waiting excitedly for the first harvest from the avocado tree sitting on the other side of the fence that stands between the sidewalk and the river.
We live in paradise, me, Rey, Bruno and our newly acquired rescue Meeka Marley. Our environment is exotic and filled with birds, lizards, butterflies and beautiful creatures I can’t even identify.
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