The Postscript: One more fun

It is an unusual living situation, in many ways.

My husband, Peter, and I spend almost half the year down in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. We had a terrible experience in another town (an absentee American owner with a filthy rental) and we came running back to San Miguel, desperate to find a place to stay — any place that was clean and halfway affordable. And that is how Jorge found us.

“I have an apartment on Loreto that is available for the month,” he wrote, in response to my frantic post on the San Miguel Facebook page.

“That will be expensive,” I warned Peter.

Jorge told us the price. It...