and eduardo suggested a town in north central mexico called san miguel de allende, 450 years old, rich obviously in history, but also in culture and art. a place so desirable and so lovely that almost ten percent of the population is composed of people who moved here from some other country. she rubbed shoulders here with other expatriate americans, and canadians, europeans. and fell hard for mexico. here, far away from the notorious crime of mexico city. >> we didn't feel threatened. i would say that san miguel then and perhaps even now is probably statistically as safe or safer than many of our us towns and small cities and here they built a business in real estate buying old places, tarting them up, selling again. and, of course, having children. it had been a big dream of mine to live in the country and to have a big organic garden and fruit trees and horses and lots of animals for the kids to play with. it was luck when this place came up or what felt like luck before that terrible morning. it was a rundown 1000 acre ranch. and it was in foreclosure. they bought it for well, it wa