Apr 10, 2007, 12:56 PM
Post #1 of 6
The other night in the zocalo, a group of young Mexicans (3 female, 6 or 7 male) were horsing around. They had cardboard plaques with numbers 8, 9, or 10 on them and when a young Mexican woman would pass by they'd rate her. Some of the young women smiled, others ignored them. Mexican humor is hard for me to translate/understand so I'm not making a judgment about this happening, but it was interesting to me. I don't watch much TV, but I think there are "contest" shows where the judges "rate" the participants. Anyway, I caught the attention of one of the young guys and pointed to myself. They all got up and came across the walkway to my table and hooted and hollared and held up their 10s. Wish I had taken a photo. I've never been rated a 10 before!! Must be the silver hair.
In another incident, I crossed the street near my house when the light for oncoming traffic turned red and a motorcycle (which I obviously hadn't noticed) ran the light "almost" hitting me. Other foreigners (unknown to me) crossing with me, yelled "pendejo," to which the motorcyclist turned his cycle toward them, confrontationally. I don't know the outcome because I just kept on trucking across the street. (He was bigger than I and maybe a bit boracho). Anyway, a young Mexican boy, who looked about 16 to me, appeared at my side. My guess is he had noticed what happened. He walked with me across the four-lane street and stayed with me the next two blocks to the store. He was obviously "accompanying" me because I walk slowly. No words were necessary.
There's a high school near my house and sometimes a young person will slow down and walk with me, usually to practice English, but sometimes we speak only in Spanish.
Last night when seeing a guest off at ADO bus terminal (near my house) we noticed a young couple smooching. The street light is out and it was quite dark along there. An hour later, when I walked home alone they were still there! (Maybe THEY stoned the street light??? tee hee). I remember my first winter in Oaxaca (almost a decade ago) a young couple would smooch for HOURS outside our diningroom window. They probably didn't know that we could see them and certainly didn't care. My roommate said, "I feel like inviting them in and offering them our guest room!!)