Last night before dinner we headed out for a quick walk with the camera so that we could share with you a little of what we see here every day. This is not the glamorous side of our town (although, it is hard for me to imagine that glamour even exists here as it does not enter into my daily life...ever...even less than in sparkly clean America). This is the everyday side of town.
Our town is, by Mexican standards, relatively wealthy, I think. We have a hospital, a few public schools, and some paved roads. Most people here live in permanent structures built mostly out of cement. There are some street animals, but most animals here seem to have owners and even the street animals look relatively healthy. We have trash service three days a week and we even have our own lighted soccer field with its own changing rooms! The town attracts some tourists from October through May which surely helps the local economy. All of this relative wealth is in contrast to other parts of Mexico, even towns very close to us, where people live in seemingly temporary shacks with dirt floors and without running water or electricity. Places where skeleton skinny street dogs and cats run amok, constantly breeding more life into an environment unable to sustain it. Although our town has hints of that, it is not widespread.
So, here you are...a few photos from our little town.
This is the street we live on. Most of the houses on the right side belong to the same family -- all of the cousins run around in the street playing together until well after our children are snoring. Our house is on the left at the bottom of the hill in the distance. I will post a photo tour of it for you eventually!
Here's the Mini Super we use for most of our non-produce groceries, especially the last-minute ones. This one is called Mini Super El Morro, but we also frequent Mini Super Mary and Mini Super El Indio, a little farther down the road. I bought a can opener last weekend from Mini Super El Indio. It cost the equivalent of $1.25. Predictably, it is not a very good can opener.
Things like this happen a lot in our town. Someone decides to park his rented Catepillar thingy (what is it called, anyway?) in the middle of the main road for however long he wants. Then the rest of the traffic in town has to swerve around it to get from one side of town to the other. This, of course, is not a big deal to the people who live here since, until last week, there was an electrical pole in the middle of the street in roughly the same place as this Catepillar sits in this photo.
Here is our -- I cannot tell you how awesome it is -- soccer field. Every other soccer field I've seen in Mexico is dirt. This one is well-maintained and boasts regularly scheduled pro or semi-pro (or something else that costs money and wears real uniforms) games. And every morning it is filled with clucking chickens who remove the bugs and leave fertilizer behind. Quite a smart system, if you ask me.
This is how Libbie looks most of the time when we're walking through town. It's the expression that says, "Mama, Mama!! There's a chicken over there! Mama, Mama!! Let me chase it! Pleeeease, let me chase it!" The trouble is that there are a LOT of chickens in Mexico. They are free-roaming chickens. The dogs who were born here seem not to notice the chickens. Libbie, obviously, was born in the land of If It Moves You Chase It. And so she remains on a leash.
Here is how she looks when she is ready to bolt for a chicken. When she bolts we think we might need to find a chiropractor here to realign Scott. She is a very strong dog.
That's it for now. More photos of town (and the beach) later!