OK so you just got blessed with a big chunk of change

OK most of us are not rich maybe comfortable and some of us get by and work a little, whatever. We are not rich. Now what would you do
if you suddenly were rich? Would you move away?


Nope I would stay here. I really like it but I would travel more in and out of Mexico for sure. I don't know where would you go if you left
Lakeside? No I did not get a big chunk of money in case anyone thinks this is about me.


Z

I would stay here, possibly upgrade my house a bit and travel within Mx more. I love the climate, the views, the villages here so I doubt I would leave.

If you're talking Mitt Romney money, I'd start collecting houses and spend my time as follows:

Jan-Feb: Ajijic
Mar.-April: Provence
May-June: Cinque Terre
Jul-Aug: Crested Butte
Sep-Oct: San Francisco (North Beach)
Nov-Dec: Oaxaca

Oh, right, Zed. ROFLMAO. But fantasies are free. Let's see: If you have to get there on an airplane and have to do it more than once a year...I'd skip the house collecting/moving option. A nicely equipped seagoing yacht would do the job for me.

Selected charities and favorite causes would benefit from my good fortune as well.

Otherwise......stay home and putter away, same as usual.

I'd get me a couple of hookers and an eight ball.

binky - I would have never guessed that you were Nick Nolte.

Still would sell here.

I would travel:
4 months in the Mediterranean (Italy, Greece, Turkey, Spain, etc) - 2 months of cruises - 2 months in NC or Mass - 2 months on Pacific Coast in Mexico - 2 months in Toronto visiting our good friends staying at their condo and weekend yachting

Dining out A LOT.

Donating a reasonable portion to 3 or 4 worthy charities

gringal wrote:Oh, right, Zed. ROFLMAO. But fantasies are free. Let's see: If you have to get there on an airplane and have to do it more than once a year...I'd skip the house collecting/moving option. A nicely equipped seagoing yacht would do the job for me.

Selected charities and favorite causes would benefit from my good fortune as well.

Otherwise......stay home and putter away, same as usual.

Done the boat thing and even sank once in Lake Ontario in a beautiful old wood sail boat. If it says Marine it costs four times as much as it
should. LOL

Z

A large chunk to the animal rescue groups lakeside first, then spend April to August or September in London after getting there via private jet to avoid TSA.

I'd stay in my same house here though the rest of the year & would have lots of fun anonymously donating to needy families or people who seem to need a break.

I'd also help out the children's organizations like Ninos Incapacitados. After all that I'd be broke.

viajero wrote:I'd get me a couple of hookers and an eight ball.

Oh I didn't expect that answer LOL!!!!


Z

Well I never thought about how much wealth and I wasn't thinking of Romney
family wealth. Lets say 1 million in bearer bonds, 1 million in gold and silver, 1
million in bank accounts, and one million to spend and another million to spend
when you spend the first million. OK five million after taxes. Two million to spend
and the other three supports you and your travels or whatever.

Z

OK...in addition to my travels, I'd run for Governor of California and use the two million for 'walking around money.' I don't expect to win, so I'll still enjoy my travels, other houses.

Keep the money a secret, so I would be able to know who my friends are....
As said before , donate secretly & without name
I have experienced enuf airports, hotels & bad restauarants
continue to live in this tranquil pueblo & bass fish

A cool million would do. I would keep my house here as a base, give a quarter of it to each of my kids (both of whom have medical problems) and I would travel alot more.

sundown wrote:Keep the money a secret, so I would be able to know who my friends are....
As said before , donate secretly & without name
I have experienced enuf airports, hotels & bad restauarants
continue to live in this tranquil pueblo & bass fish

Sundown, Join us @ fishing club meeting Friday, Dona Lola restaurant ....10:00 am....guys are always planning bass fishing trips.

I would contribute more to our favourite charity - The Nature Conservancy of Canada. The rest: Nov - Dec @ Lakeside; Jan - Feb on the Pac coast; Mar - Apr in Lakeside; May - June in Europe (Portugal and France in the spring); July - Aug in BC; Sept - Oct in the Ottawa Valley. A couple of bucket list destinations along the way and we'd be down to Lakeside, BC and the Ottawa Valley as we slow down, then just Lakeside and BC and the able walker. LOL

I had a customer in Waycross, GA who had a partner "Petesy". Petesy was a spoiled wild child.

My customer told me "One day, Petesys daddy is going to die and leave him $7 million. I'm going to take 2 weeks off. 1 week to watch Petesy go thru that money and a week to recover from the excitement"

If anyone here comes into $7 million suddenly, give me a call. I can always take a couple of weeks off.....

I would live in:

Riviera Maya ----- November - March
Ecuador "Valley of Longevity" or world travel from March - July
Ajijic --- July - November

Trips to Seattle, Eastern Oregon, California, Ottawa, Sedona, Spain, Portugal, France, Greece, Italy,Ireland,Egypt, Peru, Brazil, Costa Rica, Chile, Argentina, Uruguay, South Seas, New Zealand & Australia.

World Cruise(s)

Well now I will tell the truth A long time friend whom I worked with for years
just made it. His company got bought out and he asked me what he should
do with the money and what should he do now that he is retired. He got
some good ideas but for the time being he is going to just invest the money
and go work for a non profit for a while until he decides what he wants to
do with his life and money. He is kinda a geek so he appreciated you folks
saying what you would do and he got some good ideas. I can tell you for a
fact if you spend your life as a computer engineer not so easy to stop if thats
all youve done.

Z

OK, 70 year old fart perspective:

Dawg would:
* Always fly first class - never EVER to fly coach again. That flight we just took to Paris from DF and back was non-stop 11 hour agony. A killer on a 747 with at least a thousand other morons stuffed in like sardines.
* Open a commercial plaza in West Ajijic with Burger King, Krystal Slider & In-&-Out Burger franchises adjacent to a Kryspy Kreme Doughnut franchise and a down-home Alabama-style BBQ joint and a top-notch bar with bartenders trained in the San Francisco Financial District who know, as a matter of principle, that no decent bartender ever uses any alcoholic drink measuring device beyond discernment after having sized up the client. Of course, the bar would have al fresco seating and allow patrons to order martinis to accompany their burgers and doughnuts or BBQ pork sammiches.
* Open a medical clinic adjacent to this commercial plaza with heart, liver and stomach-pump specialists standing by 24/7 to receive Dawg on an emergency basis after ingestion of that last (and treasured) raspberry-filled doughnut at Kryspy Kreme after those six In-&-Out burgers and the double-dry vodka martiniis intended to have started but inadvertently having stopped Dawg´s day.
* Divert the Caribbean Sea to Peoria-Upon- Sump to replace the polluted mud hole with a crystal-clear sea accesed by splendid sugar- white beaches. A sea graced with magnificent waves but no dangerous undercurrents or irritating gnats or sharks and crabs that bite the feet or gut or mosquitos if you get my drift.
* Purchase a home with the charm of Italy on the crystal sea surrounded by palm trees, coffee and banana plantations and splendid vineyards (worked by others less advantaged than the proprietor but acquiescent to all demands of servitude) with beautiful, snow-capped rugged peaks in the background and within a reasonable distance of a fabulous city with all urban amenities but inaccessable to Dawg´s estate for the ordinary humans inhabiting same.

I´m sure I can think of more things I would do with this unanticipated wealth mostly having to do with sex, longevity and eternal sunshine but enough for now.

Near 70 year old fart perspective:

* Absolute mega dittos to Dawg's item about flying first class. Coach on today's airlines is more miserable than those crammed, cheapo charter flights we took in our misspent youth.

* Would definitely travel more: Mexico, Russia, China, Turkey, Italy, France. Following the last one, a time out for major dieting. Last time we traveled there, I gained a pound a day from the food and wine. Yum!

* Hire a full time guy just to keep up with this house.

* Help my brother out more.

* Most would be spent on local charities for kids and elderly and sponsoring youngsters education. We are doing some of the latter now but would do a lot more if we had the money.

Actually if I had the money. I would probably live in Italy.

Z

[[i]quote="Mainecoons"]Near 70 year old fart perspective:

* Absolute mega dittos to Dawg's item about flying first class. Coach on today's airlines is more miserable than those crammed, cheapo charter flights we took in our misspent youth.[/i]

On that return flight from Paris to Mexico City on an Air France/Aeromexico 747 (eleven hours crammed in like livestock headed to the slaughter house), and realizing I had to change terminals in Mexico to get to Guadalajara, I began to realize the disrespect with which the airlines treat their customers and this was on flights administered by French and Mexican immigration and customs officials who are far more civil that the damnable U.S. TSA.

It´s one thing to be treated this way in that age (1966) in which we were flown by Icelandic Air prop jets transitting New York to Europe via Gander or Shannon and Iceland in 1966 for $200USD and another thing to be sitting crammed in an Air France 747 with 500 other imbeciles for much more significant dinero in 2012 expecting, by the level of the service, to deplane in Buchenwald.

Enough of that. With my new found wealth, I´ll buy my own jet and wave in passing to Carlos Slim in his private jet on his way back to Lebanon to visit his ancestral homeland..

I just have to relate this story. It was about 1970 and several of us had just graduated from the University and our parents felt that we had earned a break so we were off to Hawaii.

Now the 747 that we were flying on was one of its first flights, with a bar located in the center of the plane. Now stewardess didn’t deliver drinks and snacks to your seat, you went and got your own. (Can you even imagine having isles wide enough to accommodate this kind of activity today, didn’t last long; in fact this may have been its maiden voyage, never to be repeated.) Anyhow, most of the passengers over imbibed, got plastered and you can imagine the rest of the story. It’s one of those glad I was there but wouldn’t want to do it again stories.