Bill and Roger live in a mansion overlooking Puerto Vallarta Bay. Orllyene, my wife, and I have been invited for a visit. "We're going to spend the summer in San Miguel de Allende," Bill mentions over iced tea and sliced mangos. I make a mental note. Bill and Roger don't go anywhere that isn't first class. Three weeks later, back in Las Vegas, I book a $600 per month casita in San Miguel for May and June. Living like a millionaire when you aren't one is an acquired talent."Sweetheart, I don't think you would like it down here," I wail …