
jennifer rose
Oct 9, 2006, 11:35 AM
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Re: [Bubba] Seeking the Real Mexico
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What a great topic, Bubba. What am I seeing right this very moment? Beyond a desk stacked up with paperwork demanding attention, the bougainvillea, a messy plant if ever there was one, and below that, the camellias. The roses are attacked by some kind of plague, but I don’t have time to think about it. The plumber is supposed to come and install two new faucets in the laundry room and butler’s pantry. It’s a fairly regular life I lead, the dog’s beds having been washed this morning and his pot of food stewing on the kitchen stove while Maria tidies up the house. We bought the weekly case of Coke today. I really care not about the topics you’ve mentioned that are under discussion in the Lake Chapala Forum. Frankly, I think about Lake Chapala about as often as I think about Norway, which is practically never. As for the Southern Mexico topics, well, death, destruction, anarchy, and impending doom are universal. None of that merits getting my knickers in a twist. You know, plenty of folks traveled to Mexico before there was an Internet. Or even Sanborn’s tope-by-tope guides, and they made it down here all right. Plenty of foreigners traversed the country, even settling in here, generations before us, and they fared well enough. What did I do this weekend? I went to Home Depot, and then I cooked a turkey, frozen and from Chile, that I’d picked up at Superama a few days before. I wasn’t concerned about the unavailability of Pepperidge farm dressing, because I just wasn’t going to have any dressing with the turkey anyway. I cooked up a pilaf with basmati rice and pine nuts instead. Nope, no cranberry sauce either. The turkey represented nothing more than simply deciding I wanted to have turkey. The lack of American products at the super doesn’t really bother me. Besides, it was Italian Week last week at Superama, and French Week at Comercial Mega. What’s on the agenda for this week? A couple of trips to the gym, where I may be the only one with a US passport, but that’s not a big deal. I’ll go to Costco or Office Max for some copier paper, and I’ll think about what color to paint the entrance hall. I’ll have coffee with friends a time or two. Oh yeah, and trying to get some work done. Having settled into certain routines here, my most publicly charitable acts being giving a couple of pesos to the fire jugglers at the intersection of Camelinas and Venture Puente, life here seems fairly normal to me. Even the blockades across from the Casa de Gobierno. Am I aware of the differences between here and where I came from? Hell yes. Up North everything costs a fortune, danger lurks everywhere, and I have to pump my own gas. And everyone speaks a foreign language.
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