Then comes a tour of the property. Margaritas get blended, brochures change hands, and promises get made. Then, through a fog of tequila it’s sign here, here, and here.
Congratulations. You now own a piece of paradise. Only it’s a paradise with hidden costs, ever changing “maintenance” fees, and sudden restrictions. That $15,000 timeshare now costs you ten times what you paid. Eventually, the phone begins to ring with collections agents. And if you don’t pay, the real estate company ruins your credit rating for life The Canadian government won’t help you, and neither will the Mexican consulate. (They can’t.) And no Canadian lawyer, however experienced, can handle a foreign legal system. You’re stuck with it.