Real Estate Reverie

Real Estate Reverie

25 October 2016 Real Estate in Yucatan 5

Editor's Note: This piece was submitted to us by a reader, Ann Marie Brown, who is living in Merida and watching her house being built. Like many of us, she has watched the men work on her house in a way that is completely different from the way things are done "back home". We hope you enjoy this glimpse into the process of building and renovating real estate in Yucatan.

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A Night Stroll

It's time for a leisurely stroll on this beautiful night in Merida. The full moon lights up the the white trim on the houses and quiet finally settles into this bustling city we call home. The street lights shine dimly along the uneven sidewalks as we head towards the Santiago market. The ice cream shop is open and children play on the swings and slides. Families gather in the park to enjoy the evening coolness. Elderly women and men sit outside the front doors of their homes with chairs facing each other. They chat and enjoy the cool breeze along with greeting us and other neighbors. Some lounge in their living rooms, you can hear the sound of a television coming through the open windows. We are headed to view our future home at night. We have not looked in on the house that we are building during the evening. This will be a first. We will not enter, but enjoy viewing it from across the street.

They are asleep. A dim light shines toward the back of the house. We see brightly colored hammocks swaying in the breeze that flows from the front of the house all the way to the back. This is their home, not yet ours.

The AlbaƱiles

The workers arrive early Monday morning atop a truck, all ten of them. They come from the pueblos. They appear to be so young, yet many are older than I think. It's hard for me to tell their ages. I am not of the same culture. These men are Maya. They have wives and children in the pueblos where they stay from Saturday afternoon until Monday morning. The rest of the time they work, eat and sleep in the place that I will eventually call my home.

For four months they have been digging out huge boulders and removing top soil so that the pool and the house extension can be built. The boulders they haul are huge, sometimes a full foot around. They are extremely heavy and yet these little tiny fellows, maybe not weighing more than 100 pounds, are able to haul them out of the ground. They stack them by size and then will use them for the foundation along with cement. The trees that they removed are cut into movable pieces and the small branches they have saved for fires on which they cook their daily meals. Nothing is wasted. All reusable stone is saved for the foundation. Topsoil is saved for when the gardens will be installed. A small outdoor tub is used for bathing and the water comes from a faucet that they have managed to connect to the cistern. I am amazed by their frugality and their resourcefulness.

Their skills have been handed down from other workers, not some school teacher or textbook. The foundations that they build look like pieces of art. The stones are beautifully assembled similar to a jigsaw puzzle and then cemented into place. Their eye for piecing together the walls is amazing. Their professionalism unquestionable.

I am awed by how gracious, caring and formal they are. If I walk on the property, they immediately grab their shirts and want to put them on. The culture is one of modesty. I cover my eyes, say "No hay problema, hay calor" and walk through. I greet them always and on my way out thank each and every one of the workers personally. I am so grateful to them. They give up so much of their lives just to make a meager living and support their families. Yet, they appear to be happy. They joke and laugh as they work. Theirs is a well-oiled team. There are no fancy bulldozers or equipment. Just the men, their shovels and picks. Pieces of wood are used to pry up and remove rocks. Wheelbarrows are run back and forth, piled high with stones and dirt. Ramps are made from pieces of wood left on the property. Large leftover plastic containers provide support for thin pieces of wood for a few benches. During their breaks, they eat and rest on the floor. One reads a newspaper, others chat during their lunch hour and some sleep. Lunch is around one o'clock when the temperature rises to an unbearable level. Work is best done early in the day before the temperature becomes searing. There is no shade in the areas where they work outside. Some work inside, removing the plaster from the walls so the channels can be made for the electrical and plumbing.

Elegance and Grace

I wish I spoke their language, I would love to know about their families. I hope they are happy at home, that their children and wives understand how difficult their lives are during their laborious week. I feel so distant from them and yet I adore them. How can such a simple and hard life be carried out with so much elegance and grace? Maybe I am romanticizing, and yet they appear to be incredibly happy while they are doing such hard labor.

At some point and time they will move on to another job, another site. I don't want to mourn that day yet. Other workers will appear to do finishing work, things that take much longer. But these men who endeared themselves to me will not fade from my memory. They are special.

Comments

  • Tita Sokoloff 11 months ago

    Beautifully expressed. I, too, am experiencing the building of a Merida home. Many friends and acquaintances constantly question my stamina and fortitude for enduring such an experience in Mexico. No one believes me when I explain it's actually easier than going through building in the US. It's just a different process of stepping back and going with their pace and strategy.

  • Peggy Curtis Clark 11 months ago

    Ann Marie, Walter and I really enjoyed reading the article you wrote about your home. It means a lot to us since we saw your home in the very very early stages. Can't wait to return to see the progress that's been made and to visit with you and Steven. Take care my friend . very sincerely Peggy clark

  • Charlie Harrigan 11 months ago

    Could not have said it better myself. I live in Rio Lagartos and am also experiencing the same with our construction workers. They arrive in a truck with smiles and all day I hear laughter, singing and whistling. They have enriched my life and I am even learning a little of the Maya language. I have never questioned our move from the USA and having them here only affirms our decision. If your ever this way I would love to swap stories

  • Liliane Karnouk 11 months ago

    Well written Ann Marie, above all I appreciate your humanity...

  • caroine 11 months ago

    Hello Ann Marie, what a beautiful letter, regarding the workers, while building your home. I will be in Merida for my first time this Dec. around the 12th. Looking forward to what awaits me. I have heard so many wonderful things about the area.
    Regards
    Caroline

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