As a sometimes casual observer of ex-pat life here in San Miguel. I am often reminded of one of my fave films from the 70's….there is something in the air…a foodie nightmare of sorts played out in sun hats and four wheel off road vehicles…something has run amok amidst the botox and the surprised surgically rendered faces of the reverse migrant culture undulating on yoga mats…Discreet Charm of the Bourgeosie….where do these observations lead?…will there be an outcome?…how much more can be consumed? who are these new "Trustafarians"?….is there a god of consumption? Who am I to judge? Who am I? Who am I?