Nearly a decade ago I set out for a new life in Mexico. My journey began much different than most people who decide to move to Mexico, or any foreign country.
My journey began at the ripe-old age of 35 and frustrated with my daily grind of life. From working in the corporate world to freelancing work. My routine life was eat, sleep, work, repeat. I knew that there had to be more to life than living that same day over and over. I felt like I was living my own personal “Groundhog Day” movie.
I worked as a . . .
