A Personal Story May 2010

Lucky In Love

About 7 years ago, 

and shortly after signing my divorce papers,

a friend suggested I check out 

Green Singles.

There, she said, I would surely meet some new

people and perhaps even the man-of-my-dreams.

What harm could a mere click of the mouse do?

So, I did.

Knowing I would probably be beginning a new life in Mexico,

I entered Mexico into the search menu and found 1 person.

This guy.

Miles Becker

Romance aside,
I'm not too big on Santy Claus beards,
I thought he'd be a fun guy to know in Mexico
and I dropped him an email.

We wrote for at least a year.
He told wonderful tales of life on his  
organic farm in Chiapas, Rancho Chichihuistan.
How he was desperately trying to introduce the indigenous
to composting and growing their food without the
use of pesticides and herbicides.

How they made him Santa Claus at Christmas
and paraded him around the jungle on top of a truck
so he could throw dulces (candies) to the kids.
And nuts and tangerines too.

Of fiestas and weddings, poor indigenous families
and missing dogs, river rafting and hiking, and
incoming WWOOF volunteers.

Then they asked him, because he was a lawyer,
to sit on one of the
Caracoles of Good Government organized by
Sub Comandante Marcos himself.
I was impressed!

Meanwhile I sorted, packed, and did my menaje de casa.

Finally, I was here in Mexico!
Life was full-tilt-boogie with new friends, ideas,
and places to explore.

I slowly lost interest in my long distance pen pal.
Emails became fewer and farther between
until we just stopped writing all together.

That was about 6 years ago.

Last weekend I was researching organic farms in
Mexico for a friend.
Reminded of Miles and his beautiful land
and lofty goals — I googled him. 

Imagine my surprise!