When I first came to Cancun someone told me that once you had made it through a year in Cancun you were from Cancun, you were a Cancunense, a native. This was a recognition of both the fact that it’s hard to adjust to living here and also of the fact that (because Cancun is so young) no one over the age of 25 is actually from here. Cancun has no elders, it has no older people who have lived here all their lives the way normal towns do. And so the requirement for becoming a native, a Cancunense, is simply to survive here for a year.
And Cancun is difficult to adjust to. At least I have found it to be. I think that when older people move here, with money, to retire here in a lovely home, they probably do not find Cancun so hard to adjust to. But the people who move here as working-age adults do seem to find it hard to adjust to, especially if they face making a living here as a foreigner.
The things I did which most helped me to adjust were to make friends and to find people I could trust. At first it was hard to make friends, but then one day someone invited me to a gathering and I met people who introduced me to more people and my social circle began to expand exponentially.
Eventually, as the circle grew, I found Cancun’s elders, it’s transplanted elders. Especially a group of, primarily American, women who have each lived here 10, 15, 20 or 25 years. These women have seen it all, lived through everything Cancun can throw at you, they’ve fallen in love here, raised kids here, had careers here. They’ve been broke here, they’ve been rich here. They’ve seen loved ones die here, they’ve done it all and they’ve made it through.
And as I met them and got to know them I found that, almost without exception, every one of them reached out to me and gave me a tip or piece of advice that eased my adjustment to living here. This group treated me with a subtle relentless generosity of spirit and of affection that I’ve never found in another community.
When I look back, I remember that Cancun seemed like such an unfriendly place when I arrived. But that sense slowly abated and has been replaced by a sense of community and belonging that I have never felt anywhere outside my own family.
It’s a wonderful feeling, of course, but I miss my kid and long to return to Colorado to live with her. Yet I’m afraid that a return to the social climate there will be a huge let down for me. I truly don’t know if I can be happy there. I lived there for 14 years and while I know hundreds of people there still, I only have a few good friends there. I don’t know if my ability to make friends has gotten stronger since I left there, or if this has something to do with the difference between the cultures of these two places. But I’m afraid that it is the culture and not that I’ve just suddenly become a social butterfly…flap, flap, flap.