I'm going to Nayarit this week.
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which_chickOOooh, a vacation! Sounds fun!
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It's not a vacation. It's estate planning stuff. (Nobody is dead, that's why this is planning.)
I'm going to Nayarit, Mexico this coming week. It's a three-day adventure.
Tuesday: Drive to Baltimore in the middle of the night, arrive at BWI slightly before 4 AM. Fly out of BWI at the ass-crack of dawn on Tuesday, land Tuesday afternoon in Puerta Vallarta, drive an hour and a bit to La Peñita de Jaltemba where my dad's stupid Mexico beach house is located. My plan for Tuesday afternoon is Eat & Margarita, Sleep.
Wednesday Plan: Get up, go to lawyer to sign paperwork to shift dad's fidecomiso from him to me. (In Mexico, a foreign national cannot own property within X miles of the ocean coast. That's a law. And yet, gringos want beach houses. The workaround for this is that there is a Mexican trust, called a fidecomiso, which CAN be owned by a foreign national. The fidecomiso owns the property, the foreign national owns the fidecomiso, and by the power of transitiveness, gringos get to have beach houses.) Basically what this means is that dad (who is 81) is transferring his stupid Mexico beach house to me.
Now, I neither need nor want a stupid Mexico beach house, but transferring a fidecomiso after one's death is a right royal pain in the ass even if you have a proper death certificate and a will and are the executor and shit. But, transferring a fidecomiso before someone's death is kinda straightforward. So, seeing as how Dad is 81 and death is more of a when than an if at this point, we're moving the fidecomiso ahead of need so that when he drops dead, I can ring up a realtor in PV and sell the fucking thing without having to twink around for literally a year and a half to get them to agree that he's dead and that I am the executor and that I have the right to sell the damn house. It took dad a year and a half to get the damn thing transferred to just him after his wife died and he was on site for several months at a time, with death certificates and wills and also a right-of-survivorship fidecomiso.
No tengo el tiempo por eso.
Anyway. That's Wednesday, which I hope will also include a margarita at lunch and one at dinner, some tourism time to look at shit I find interesting, a walk on the beach, and some photography. It should not take ALL DAY to sign lawyer papers but again I have no idea where the lawyer is located (possibly Tepic? which is a two-hour drive away) and we'll have to go there and do the lawyer things, but that's still only about four or five hours of the day.
Thursday we go back to PV to get on a plane (me and Dad, who is coming home after his month down there, we coordinated so that I didn't have to drive to Baltimore twice) and fly back to BWI. At BWI, we will probably stay overnight at a hotel and then get up and drive home Friday morning to go to a late day at work.
This is not the shortest possible trip to Mexico, but it is the shortest possible trip that involves visiting a lawyer and (hopefully) at least two margaritas, a small amount of beach time, and possibly some plant-related tourism.
...
It's not a vacation. It's estate planning stuff. (Nobody is dead, that's why this is planning.)
I'm going to Nayarit, Mexico this coming week. It's a three-day adventure.
Tuesday: Drive to Baltimore in the middle of the night, arrive at BWI slightly before 4 AM. Fly out of BWI at the ass-crack of dawn on Tuesday, land Tuesday afternoon in Puerta Vallarta, drive an hour and a bit to La Peñita de Jaltemba where my dad's stupid Mexico beach house is located. My plan for Tuesday afternoon is Eat & Margarita, Sleep.
Wednesday Plan: Get up, go to lawyer to sign paperwork to shift dad's fidecomiso from him to me. (In Mexico, a foreign national cannot own property within X miles of the ocean coast. That's a law. And yet, gringos want beach houses. The workaround for this is that there is a Mexican trust, called a fidecomiso, which CAN be owned by a foreign national. The fidecomiso owns the property, the foreign national owns the fidecomiso, and by the power of transitiveness, gringos get to have beach houses.) Basically what this means is that dad (who is 81) is transferring his stupid Mexico beach house to me.
Now, I neither need nor want a stupid Mexico beach house, but transferring a fidecomiso after one's death is a right royal pain in the ass even if you have a proper death certificate and a will and are the executor and shit. But, transferring a fidecomiso before someone's death is kinda straightforward. So, seeing as how Dad is 81 and death is more of a when than an if at this point, we're moving the fidecomiso ahead of need so that when he drops dead, I can ring up a realtor in PV and sell the fucking thing without having to twink around for literally a year and a half to get them to agree that he's dead and that I am the executor and that I have the right to sell the damn house. It took dad a year and a half to get the damn thing transferred to just him after his wife died and he was on site for several months at a time, with death certificates and wills and also a right-of-survivorship fidecomiso.
No tengo el tiempo por eso.
Anyway. That's Wednesday, which I hope will also include a margarita at lunch and one at dinner, some tourism time to look at shit I find interesting, a walk on the beach, and some photography. It should not take ALL DAY to sign lawyer papers but again I have no idea where the lawyer is located (possibly Tepic? which is a two-hour drive away) and we'll have to go there and do the lawyer things, but that's still only about four or five hours of the day.
Thursday we go back to PV to get on a plane (me and Dad, who is coming home after his month down there, we coordinated so that I didn't have to drive to Baltimore twice) and fly back to BWI. At BWI, we will probably stay overnight at a hotel and then get up and drive home Friday morning to go to a late day at work.
This is not the shortest possible trip to Mexico, but it is the shortest possible trip that involves visiting a lawyer and (hopefully) at least two margaritas, a small amount of beach time, and possibly some plant-related tourism.
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Date: 2023-12-12 03:44 am (UTC)