What's It All About?

Welcome to the beach at Honeymoon Island State Park in Dunedin, on the Gulf of Mexico.

We're back at our favorite park in Florida: Honeymoon Island. We rolled in on Oct. 1 and set up house among the sable palms. Our first evening, we wandered over to the beach where the surf was up because of the brisk wind coming in from the southwest. No bugs because of the breeze! But we had a blazing firestorm of a sunset.

I've been poking around the Internet of late, looking into the blogs of RV people who are doing what we do... but who do it differently.

I met up with George and his RV named Tioga. George drives and lives mostly in Mexico because life if less expensive and less restrictive, he says, south of the border. He also says the fear factor of lawlessness in that country is exaggerated greatly. Most of the problem is 40 miles from the border. After that, it is good living, he says.

I liked a little blog he wrote recently about our world and thought you might enjoy it:

A boat docked in a tiny Mexican village. An American tourist complimented the Mexican fisherman on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took him to catch them.

 "Not very long," answered the Mexican.

 "But then, why didn't you stay out longer and catch more?" asked the American.

 The Mexican explained that his small catch was sufficient to meet his needs and those of his family.

 The American asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?"

 "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, and take a siesta with my wife. In the evenings, I go into the village to see my friends, have a few drinks, play the guitar, and sing a few songs. I have a full life."

 The American interrupted, "I have an MBA from Harvard and I can help you! You should start by fishing longer every day. You can then sell the extra fish you catch. With the extra revenue, you can buy a bigger boat."

 "And after that?" asked the Mexican.

 "With the extra money the larger boat will bring, you can buy a second one and a third one and so on until you have an entire fleet of trawlers . Instead of selling your fish to a middle man, you can then negotiate directly with the processing plants and maybe even open your own plant. You can then leave this little village and move to  Mexico City ,  Los Angeles , or even  New York City! From there you can direct your huge new enterprise."

 "How long would that take?" asked the Mexican.

 "Twenty, perhaps twenty-five years," replied the American.

 "And after that?"

 "Afterwards? Well my friend, that's when it gets really interesting," answered the American, laughing. "When your business gets really big, you can start buying and selling stocks and make millions!"

 "Millions? Really? And after that?" asked the Mexican.

 "After that you'll be able to retire, live in a tiny village near the coast, sleep late, play with your children, catch a few fish, take a siesta with your wife and spend your evenings drinking and enjoying your friends."

And the moral of this story is . . ..
Know where you're going in life . . . you may already be there.