A port where everything goes south
Now when I started out this blog, I thought I would fill it up right away with anecdotes and quirky stories about my family. And that's still my intention. But lately I have this feeling, of being like a kettle left on for too long or a pressure cooker with the valve about to burst. This has been a year full of change for me. Three months ago I decided to accept a job offer in England and move here for the first time in my life. And I say for the first time meaning I never visited the UK before and also because I have lived previously in 2 other countries other than Mexico, where I was born. So anyway, I moved here, to a place an hour north of Liverpool and west of Manchester called Southport in the county of Merseyside. The town itself if beautiful architecturally speaking, with a wide main street with arched shops on one side and a gardens on the other. Nicely arranged gardens and the promenade are a few of it's famous features, Google it, it's quite interesting. But s...