It’s only Tuesday, but it’s been a week already! Living in Mexico requires a rewiring of one’s brain; wrapping one’s mind around a much more fluid concept of time. As writer Tony Cohan pointed out, in his book by the same name, one must learn to live On Mexican Time, or endless frustration will result.
This morning I spent an hour at the Telmex office (yet again) attempting to upgrade my internet connection speed; my fourth trip to the office in six days. Friday, I was assured that it would be taken care of on Monday and that my presence wouldn’t be necessary. This morning, a check at speedtest.net revealed my connection speed had not changed. So, off I went with as much documentation, patience, and good-nature as I could muster. Eventually, after great deal of consultation and computer inputting, I was told all would be well in 24 hours. We shall see…
Feeling not a little frustrated, I trudged up to my neighborhood indigenous mercado for some much needed provisions. It’s never bustling with activity nor is it bursting with atmosphere, but it’s my local market and, though unlike Cheers, nobody knows my name, I am recognized and greeted with smiles by the gals who regularly sell me cheese and produce. And today, there was a woman sitting next to the stairs selling hand (not machine) made tortillas. My lucky day!
I walked back to Casita Colibrí smiling to myself. How could I not, when returned home with big ball of quesillo, pimiento, epazote, warm tortillas, 2 aguacates, and flor de calabaza???
Yummm… comida beckoned!
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