Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mexico. Show all posts

Saturday, June 16, 2012

The Siamese Terror(ist)

Siamese cats can be one of sweetest breeds until you have to demand something of  them like take a worming pill or a vaccination. Or, for that matter, to get into a crate and ride to the vet without plotting and implementing that plot to escape and perhaps kill you in a mindless  fit of Siamese cat rage.

It is de-worming and vaccination time once again in our household.

So, we had to create a carefully constructed strategy to trick this sleek but sharp toothed and clawed creature into the crate and then walk him one block away to the vet clinic. Thank God a taxi ride was not required since we had no idea what the cat had planned as our punishment for taking him to the vet.

Our plan was to put some wet food on a plate and lure him into the crate. On  the count of three I scooped him up from the bed while the wife waved a small portion of Salmon flavored stench under the cat's open and growling maw. This distracted him enough to forget killing me and we actually got him into the crate and off we went.

But, a pause in the action for a bit of back story.

Two days prior to this was our first attempt at getting him to the vet's. I got his more than five kilo body into a weak and worthless crate that popped open right in front of the vet clinic with the cat hightailing it for the hills. He took off with a tail only a Fuller Brush distributor would be proud of, and disappeared  over a wall and was gone.

We walked rapidly back to our house only to find the cat already upstairs and on a bed and acting as though nothing had transpired. I had to wonder if this was the same cat and not a stunt double.

I wasn't mad or even the slightest bit upset: I WAS ASTONISHED.

Back to the present: The plate of cat food lure worked and we got him to the clinic. The vet, apologizing profusely, had the worming pill but not the vaccinations.

AUGH!

We will have to wait for a phone call and then come up with a new plan to trick the cat into letting us take him back to the vet for his rabies vaccine with a minimum of collateral damage.
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Monday, August 23, 2010

Why Not Enable Open Comments on Blogger?

Here is a great little abstract by another author who thinks along the same lines as I do about "Reader's Comments":

Do We Need To Ban Comments On Blog Sites? Some Think We Do

by Ron Schenone on 04/19/2010

In a very interesting article from the WSJ, the issues of a lack of civility when it comes to comments on blog sites, is coming under fire. According to some, Internet users who surf using the anonymous moniker feel impervious in the way they comment on topics posted on blog sites. It seems that a small number are leaving comments that attack other posters and add nothing at all to the conversation. But in what seems like an obvious way to control unsavory comments is to have all comments moderated.

In the WSJ article it also states that:

Part of the problem is that people who conceal their names seem to feel free to say things they never would if their identities were known. There are obvious cases—dissidents living in authoritarian countries—where anonymity is needed. But as Miami Herald columnist Leonard Pitts Jr. wrote recently, message boards dominated by anonymous comments often become “havens for a level of crudity, bigotry, meanness and plain nastiness that shocks the tattered remnants of our propriety.” .....Read Entire Article

This is the very reasons why I do not allow Gringolandians to comment on my blog.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Crime in Mexico -- Gringolandians Don't Get It

This blog post will not be about Guanajuato. It will be about another area of Mexico, Puerto Vallarta, which is on the West Coast of the country and a mega-popular tourist and expat spot. The post I will be quoting is from someone concerned about safety in Vallarta. There are a lot of forum posts lately that ask about safety concerns and rightfully so. Let's see what this person said:

"I've already done my fair share of research and haven't found anything bad
about crime in PV. I went on vacation to puerto vallarta in early 2008, and
absolutely LOVED it. I stayed at the presidente intercontinental which is a beautiful little resort all the way up in the mismaloya area. I really want to go back and am planning a vacation for late august. However, with all the crap I've been hearing about crime in Mexico lately I'm a little freaked, not too mention scared to stay at the hotel that I really want too because its so far up in the mountains. What I'm wondering is if anyone has been there really recently and can tell me what it was like?"
This a fairly typical forum post about crime in Mexico and this person specifies a particular place.

This person claims to have done research on the crime issue. The problem is that the vast majority of websites this person more than likely encountered were in English and the info was someone's subjective opinions. You will not encounter, generally, someone who quotes stats or interviews from Mexican nationals because they are incapable of speaking Spanish.

This is the major problem. If you want to research "crime in Mexico" you have to be able to read the Mexican print media and listen to the Mexican television news programs. They report daily on the crime issue and their view is that crime is on the increase EVERYWHERE in Mexico.

Let me restate for emphasis: If you want to know whether crime is rampant in Puerto Vallarta or anywhere else in Mexico, you have to consult local news, national news, in both print and television (radio).

An all too tragic reply by "Gringolandians" who mostly live part time in Mexico will be tell you some along the line of, "Don't listen to Foxnews," as if Foxnews was reporting inaccurate news.

Gringolandian's reply to poster: "When you say "crime in Mexico", do you mean petty crime, major crime or narco-violence? Crime is all over the world. (Please turn off Fox News)"
Rather than showing themselves in possession of any facts about crime in Mexico the Gringolandian will blame a Straw Man, and in this case it's Foxnews.

No facts, just absurdity.

Gringolandians are deluded. So disenchanted are they with what America has devolved into they are searching for a "pipe dream" and not reality.

The Gringolandian reply to the Vallarta inquirer also said this: "Many of my friends in Illinois are very concerned for me since I plan to move to Bucerias as soon as it will be possible. To me, it's like living in a small town in the U.S. Things are a lot the way things were 50-60 years ago in small-town America, except that there are ATM's and Internet cafes."
See what I mean. So desirous are they of a time and place in America long over and forgotten by realists, that they move to Mexico looking back over their pipe-dream shoulders for something that does not exist. Their delusions will not allow them to come to terms with the fact that 21 century Mexico is not America 50-60 years ago. Again, I say, just absurdities.

Just like in America crime has spread beyond the "other side of the tracks" and is affecting everyone, everywhere, and in every situation.

If you read the Mexican newspapers and watch the national Mexican news, you will see commentators and even local citizen that are beginning to be harbingers for Mexicans to wake up.

Gringolandians haven't a clue because they depend on their own little circle of social incest for news as to what is going on around them.

Monday, July 5, 2010

Guanajuato, Mexico - Dengue Fever

It comes chugging up the street under the cover of darkness. The sound is unmistakable. It sounds like a train engine trying to make it up a steep mountain. The sound belongs to the truck with a machine on its back spraying a noxious cloud of insecticide into the air. Guanajuato does this, by the way, in an attempt to rid the city, or keep under control, a deadly resident: Dengue Fever Mosquitoes.

According to Secretary of Health of Guanajuato, Jorge Armando Torres Aguirre , the city is just starting its third stage of the first phase of spraying. Though no local outbreaks have been reported of the disease, there have been identified mosquito larvae transmitter of the virus. The spraying seems to be killing the larvae, says Aguirre.

Secretary of Health of Guanajuato (SSG), Jorge Armando Torres Aguirre, says there have been cases in other Mexican states but none yet locally. That's why, he says, Guanajuato is engaging in aggressive spraying control.

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Source: El Correo 6/29/10

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Crime in Mexican Schools

Now, remember that the Gringlandians in Mexico who have real estate to sell you are generally not going to tell you the truth when it comes to safety. They have a bias, you see, and will not let you know if the areas you are considering moving your family (and more young couples are coming here with kids for whom they are seeking school advice.) is safe. If they have a house in a crappy neighborhood to unload on you they will tell you it is safe.

That's why I do what I do.

Anyway...

In a survey conducted between the months of January and May, for the city of Guanajuato, of the 13 secondary schools and 22 of the 56 primary schools, student are victims of petty crime and alcohol consumption.

In both private and public schools, there are problems with robberies, gangs, vandalism, graffiti and physical assaults. And the main problem with dealing with these, and the drinking problem, is the apathy of the parents, the survey revealed.

The breakdown of the criminal conduct in the schools goes like this:

32% in primary schools; 38.5% in secondary schools -- there is theft of cell phones and money.

25.8% of crimes in the primary and 30.8% in secondary schools -- fighting

16.1% to 15.4% in secondary schools -- physical and verbal violence

9.7% of crime in primary -- vandalism

Alcohol Consumption

5.4% of primary school students had consumed a beer

53.8% of the 13 secondary schools -- consumption of alcoholic beverages.

The participants in the survey suggested, "...t
he neighborhoods where schools are located is also a triggering factor for antisocial behavior. "

I would suggest parental parenting techniques and strategies and peer pressure play a larger part, if not the major part, in this problem.

But, they didn't survey me.

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Source: Periodico A.M.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Dos Rios Crime Alert

It seems a lot of Gringos who come to vacation in Guanajuato are staying more and more in the San Javier barrio during their visits. There are several hotels here and while it is a fair distance from the El Centro or downtown area, it would appear the more fit Gringos don't mind the walk. I suppose the "charm factor" comes into play in wanting to walk through and experience a bit of the local cultural color.

To walk downtown and back from the hotels (the good ones) one has to pass through this area called "Dos Rios." Lately, the local newspaper has been reporting gang violence happening in the callejons (alleys) around the Dos Rios area.

The gang known as "Pollos Negros" (Black Chickens) have been identified as the main culprits tormenting the neighbors in the la Paila callejon.

As you are walking downtown and when you reach the Dos Rios section of the street, look to the right and you will see a convenience store, much like a 7-11, called "Extra." That is where the callejon is where the violence takes place.

The Guanajuato newspaper, El Correo report three incidents where the police were called to break up fights or investigate robberies.

June 23rd - Students returning home in the La Paila at about 10:30PM found their house broken into and with most of their appliances stolen.

June 25th - A police officer was attacked in the la Paila callejon when called there to break up a fight.

June 26th - Another incident of breaking up a fight but on a much larger scale and more police were injuried.

So, if you are like most Gringos who want to be out after dark and walk back to your hotel, maybe you should consider getting a cab.

For reasons I cannot possibly begin to explain, much less comprehend, Gringo routinely engage in risky behavior in Mexico they wouldn't dream of doing back home. like walking to their hotels at two in the morning!

Take a cab so your vacation doesn't get ruined.

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If you are coming to Guanajuato to check out the possibility of living here, you've got to realize a scary fact. The Gringos who live here operate businesses with you in mind. For example, real estate investment and rental properties. They resent, most vociferously, what I have said in today's blog and whatever I write in my books, articles, and blogs. They would rather I not tell the truth about living in Guanajuato because they suffer this delusion that what I say is robbing them of business. They would rather you suffer harm than be informed what areas to avoid. They think to tell you of the new reports is driving business away from their filth lucre endeavors.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

The Robberies Are Increasing

Police in Guanajuato reveal they are receiving 20 reports of theft per week. Homes and businesses are the main targets for these break-ins when the home owners leave for work or businesses close for the day.

Statistically, however, most of the invasions are daytime events. The most common item taken are the butane gas tanks used to fuel the cooking and hot water in the homes.

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Crimes and misdemeanors: Staying safe in San Miguel
Is SMA still safe, or falling prey to drug dealers and thugs?

By Anne Nicolai
August 11, 2009


Knowledge is power: Spanish-speaking residents are safer

Across the board, every official interviewed for this article agreed that one of the best ways for foreigners to provide for our personal safety is to learn the language of the country that we’re living in. They point out that Spanish speakers have an easier time getting to know their neighbors and the local police. Knowing the language also helps when calling for help or reporting a crime.

In fact, the author’s calls to the various emergency telephone numbers prove this point: on two different days, at two different times of day,...there were no English-speaking operators.


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Friday, June 25, 2010

Guanajuato, Mexico - The Farmacia Debate

In case your Spanish is rusty or nonexistent, Farmacia means pharmacy. In Mexico, there are hordes of pharmacies, some good, some bad, from which you can get amazing discounts for the medications you must take. In a lot of the cases, all you need to do is take your script or prescription bottle to the counter and they have the same drug you take in the States or Canada.

When we moved here in 2003, there were no generic pharmacies in the city of Guanajuato. Shortly thereafter, a fantastic phenomenon occurred: Dr. Simi (Farmacia Similares).

This is the brainchild of Victor Gonzales Torres. He is the definition of entrepreneur in this country, and a lot of Central and South America, in bringing the generic drug revolution to Latin American. (By the way, you don't want to use the word, "drugs" in mixed company. "Medicamentos," or Medicines, carries the idea of "legal drugs" here.)

We were dyed-in-the-wool generic medicine takers in the States. We welcomed the generic drug revolution. Currently I have to take 12 meds daily and my wife takes a blood pressure pill each morning. Of my batch of drugs, 10 can be purchased at Dr. Simi or Farmacia Similares. The savings are impressive.

They also offer doctors and diagnostic lab services. The doctors are general practitioners and are quick to refer you to specialists when needed. I found this out with some of my health issues.

Recently, I had a PSA test that cost me about $25.00 USD. I can get Ultram, a pain reliever, for about $4.00 USD. If you go on the discount day (here in GTO it is Mondays from 1100am - 100pm and 500pm - 700pm) you get 25% off up to 500 pesos purchased.

Did I say the doctor's office call is just a whopping 25 pesos? With the currency exchange for the date I wrote this piece, it would cost you $1.97 USD to see a GP doctor for your medical needs.

What do you think of that?

I think it is grand but not all Guanajuatenses think so, especially the doctors in town not associated with Farmacia Similares.

Mexico is composed of public hospitals as well as scores of private hospital-clinic entities. Some of these private facilities are nice while others are frightening. The doctors who work in some these clinics are group owners of the facility. Within the facility, there are some laboratories, x-ray and ultrasound machines, and an amazing variety of medical specialists. There are also, many times, pharmacies in the facilities, which are far more expensive than Dr. Simi.

If you need a specialist, for example, and go to one of these hospital-clinics for a consultation, these doctors expect that any blood work, medicines you might need, or if you need an ultrasound, will be done within their physician-owned facility. They don't like it when you go to Dr. Simi and that is because, according to the Farmacia Similares literature, those doctors get a kickback from the labs and pharmacies associated with them

Though I've known this for some time, I got a dressing down from my specialist who saw that I went to the Dr. Simi labs for my PSA test. She immediately wanted it repeated at the lab (privately-owned but connected to her hospital-clinic) that is associated with her hospital-clinic. I could only imagine it is because she gets a commission.

I refused.

They will also lecture you soundly as to why you should NEVER use generic drugs and always go to the pharmacy connected to their facility.

Let me just say that Dr. Simi or Farmacia Similares is the best thing that has happened to Guanajuato in a long time. Mexicans who could not afford to see a doctor, have medical tests, or buy prescriptions have benefited the most.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Chicken-Bean Burritos

Contributed by Cindi Bower


In my quest to add more high-fiber, low-fat dishes to our diet, I came across several appealing recipes on a web site called “Everyday Health” (www.everydayhealth.com). My husband and I are approaching senior-citizen age (where has the time gone?) and are finding certain bodily functions are slowing down as time goes by. Plus, my husband gets tired of “the same old things” and wants more variety.


While this recipe is not exactly “Mexican” (burritos are technically Tex-Mex cuisine), I think our Mexican friends here in Guanajuato would eat this dish…provided a healthy amount of fiery-hot peppers were added. If you want more kick in your burritos, add your favorite chili peppers (deseeded, deveined and chopped) to the mix.


The original recipe, Barbecued Chicken Burritos (http://www.everydayhealth.com/health-recipe/barbecued-chicken-burritos.aspx), called for barbecue sauce and sour cream, which I did not have on hand, so I made some adjustments.


Recipe (serves 4):


2 chicken breasts; cooked (remove skin before cooking), removed from the bone and shredded (about 1 ½ cups)

8 ounces tomato sauce

1/8 cup Worcestershire sauce or to taste

1 clove garlic, minced

1 tsp dried oregano

1 cup canned beans (black or dark red are highest in phytochemicals), rinsed and thoroughly drained

½ cup corn, frozen and thawed or canned, drained

Romaine lettuce leaves or fresh spinach

8 6-inch whole-wheat flour tortillas (or 4 10-inch tortillas)

1) Place a large nonstick skillet over medium-high heat. Add chicken, tomato sauce, Worcestershire sauce, garlic, oregano, beans and corn. Stir to combine. Cook until hot, about 4 to 5 minutes.

2) Assemble the burritos by placing a lettuce leaf or several spinach leaves on the tortilla. Divide the chicken mixture evenly among the tortillas. Roll up as you would a burrito.

3) Slice in half diagonally. Serve with sour cream and lime wedges, if desired.


When I asked a friend the best way to get the skin off garlic cloves, she told me to soak the cloves in cold water for 5 minutes or so and the skin will peel right off. However, she told me there was an easier method. She told me to look in the supermarket for garlic cubes. Knorr makes minicubes of dehydrated garlic that are very easy to use. They look like bouillon cubes, but smaller. Fresh garlic can be pricey at certain times of the year, so these minicubes (less than $1 USD for 20 cubes) are an economical alternative.


We had these burritos for lunch today and they were a hit. They’ll definitely be a regular dish in our house. Not only are they tasty, they are very easy to make.


Enjoy!

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Living in Mexico: Lord of the Flies

I am reposting this article on the anniversary of the fire set outside our window on June 4, 2007, at 430am. This happened 12 hours after receiving a death threat via a anonymous email from Americans involved in the Gringolandia communities in Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende.

Remember reading The Lord of the Flies when you were in high school?

"Lord of the Flies is a thought-provoking novel authored by William Golding in 1954. The book describes in detail the horrific exploits of a band of young children who make a striking transition from civilized to barbaric. Lord of the Flies commands a pessimistic outlook that seems to show that man is inherently tied to society, and without it, we would likely return to savagery."[1]

I've been wracking my small and insignificant brain lately trying to come up with a way of describing the colonies American gringos start in the Mexican towns in which they congregate. Mind you, I am operating under a tremendous bias lately and if I seem a bit hyperbolic, you will have to forgive me. I am thinking that perhaps I've had one too many threats and the fire, my Lord the fire, was what really has set me on edge about the whole thing. Let me say this in case you haven't been following my online columns.

I have been writing almost exclusively about American expat issue since moving to Guanajuato. I've also been writing about expat issues and how the dynamics involved affect the Mexicans in the communities into which Americans settle. I became so interested in this when I began to learn, from Mexicans, that not all is well on the American expatriate -Mexican relationship front. When my Spanish got good enough, the little woman and I headed off to an area where some academics are now beginning to focus their research: San Miguel de Allende. I wrote about the expats and got the typical vitriol one would expect.

However, dealing with the expats there through email never took on a dark and hideous nature. It did in Guanajuato, the city in which my wife and I have lived for more than four years. I began noticing an amazing thing that I've yet to hear anyone write about: How does a local Mexican community regard a gringo presence in their town, in their midst, when their livelihood is dependent upon that gringo tourist and/or expat?

How do the members of a Mexican town react to a gringo presence when their livelihood, their bread and butter, is not contingent on how well they treat the foreigner tourist or expat? An interesting situation to consider, wouldn't you say?

What I noticed in San Miguel de Allende, while they may take the gringo's money, smile, and be polite to them, they are not overtly rude or arrogant toward the gringos. I think if you surveyed the Mexicans, you would find they don't consider the gringo population as their friends, but realize their ability to make a living is dependent upon their treatment of the gringo tourists and expats. And, there are certainly hordes of gringos with which the Mexicans must deal. They may not like it, but it is reality.

The Mexican act accordingly. In the city of Guanajuato, where my wife and I dwell, it is different. The livelihood of the vast majority of the Mexican population is not contingent upon the gringos. Gringo tourists or expats do not make or break Guanajuato. This town has been a traditional Mexican tourist town and not a town often visited by foreigners, at least until the past few years. How the gringos are regarded is different than in towns where the Mexicans' livelihood depends on the foreign presence in the form of tourists or expats.

My mere mortal observations have been that Mexicans in the city of Guanajuato treat the gringo expat in one or more of the following ways: A kind of indifference where they don't even particularly notice you but are not rude or abrasive. An attitude that you are not even there. Some will not respond when you address them in Spanish on the street. They act as though they didn't hear you or look right through you. There are some, and it seems to be getting worse, who are overtly rude. They act like they would love for you to go away so they will never have to see your gringo face again. Some will not wait on you in a store or restaurant unless you become insistent. Now to complicate this, I began noticing, as did my wife, that those Mexicans with whom we would interact socially would tell us they have noticed the same thing-same treatment-toward them.

These have been Mexicans from different regions of Mexico who now, for whatever reason, live in Guanajuato. They are mostly from El Norte, the Northern States. They tell us that the gringos are treated better in those regions. But the amazing thing is that these Norteños noticed the same treatment at the hands of these central Mexico Mexicans that we noticed. Is that not something worth writing about? Is that not something newsworthy? In other words, there is a kind of "cultural regionalism" within the different regions of Mexico.

Some, of course not all, Mexicans might even treat their fellow Mexicans from a different region with indifference or even rudeness. We talked to too many Mexicans from the northern states who told us this for it to be a coincidence. I wrote about this and the gringos in Guanajuato have taken exception to this to the point of threatening me with violence.

Emails, messages from some email service called "Will Self Destruct"[2], and at least one (so far) face-to-face encounter on the street where I was told, in so many words, my name was mud and was going to get muddier for writing about these things. I was told I'd better stop. One guy threatened to come to my house, accurately stating where I lived, with a group of men to teach me a lesson. And all for what I've been writing. Though I cannot make this statement with any certainty about all of the Mexican towns in which there exists a Gringo (mostly I am referring to Americans) Expat Community, the one in Guanajuato seem to on the verge of a perfect example of "making a striking transition from civilized to barbaric[3]."

At the very least, they are demonstrating: "a pessimistic outlook that seems to show that man is inherently tied to society, and without it, we would likely return to savagery."[4]

Look, disagree with me, fine! I do not care that everyone agrees with me. All I care is that I try to write a reasonably constructed argument. If I am found lacking, why in God's name will not one of the members of this wild and crazy bunch of Gringos in this town answer me in kind? Is it not better to try and offer a well-constructed, maybe even bordering on logical brilliance, counter argument than to send someone threatening emails that keeps him up at night wondering who wants to harm him and his wife? Maybe not. At least you would think not from how they've responded to my observations.

I mean, really, what a perfect example of showing how man is tied to the restraints of society in which there would be enforceable laws regarding the behavior of some of these gringos here in Guanajuato. What an excellent study this would make for academics to see how and to what these group of mostly Americans return to, morph into, without the constraints of a democracy governed by laws. They are not a bunch committed, it would seem, to a pastoral Jeffersonian democracy.

In Lord of the Flies, there are two characters that stand out to me in my quest to explore expat issues: Ralph and Jack.

Ralph is twelve years old with blond hair, and is the most charismatic of the group. He is described as being built "like a boxer," and is initially chosen as leader due to his many positive qualities. He maintains a conflict with Jack throughout the entire novel, attempting to keep order whereas Jack isn't concerned with it. Ralph and Piggy together represent the struggle for order and democracy.
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Jack is about Ralph's age, with a skinnier build and red hair. His freckled face is described as being "ugly without silliness." From the very beginning, he seems to harbor emotions of anger and savagery. At first, he is the leader of his choir group, who become hunters as the book progresses. Finally, his savage personality and ability to tell people what they want to hear allows him to overtake Ralph as chief.[6]


Both of these characters seem to explain the expat community in Guanajuato. Ralph, who represents democracy, seems to know that democratic rule is the only way to keep the order. For this to happen, the maintenance of order, the real Expat, the one truly committed to actual and real expatriation, does whatever it takes to be absorbed into the local Mexican community. He adopts and adapts to the culture through the portal of language.

This is how order is maintained in his life since he no longer lives in America. Jack, who represents all that is savage and anarchistic in man, seems to represent that group of American expats who, through a lack of linguistic ability, cannot possibly hope to maintain any sort of order in their lives, so are afloat upon a sea of anger and savagery. What else would you call the behavior of trying to suppress someone for expressing some simple and unassuming observations about his life in Mexico?

They don't offer a debate inspired by democracy in a marketplace of ideas, but rather, savagery in the form of profane threats and confrontations. And, is not the so-called expat community represented by the "Island" in Lord of the Flies? A microcosm representing the world.[7]That is exactly what the expat communities in Mexico are. They are a microscopic view of America gone amuck-a subculture is created-and anarchy reigns. It is a subculture without any rules.

[1] http://www.gerenser.com/lotf/

[2] http://www.willselfdestruct.com/secure/submit

[3] http://www.gerenser.com/lotf/

[4] Ibid

[5] Ibid

[6] Ibid

[7] Ibid

Friday, June 4, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex - emails

On the tourist forums there are frequent complaints about trying to make reservations or get questions answered via email with Guanajuato (or any Mexican city) hotels, B & B's, or whatever. The websites of these places, so complains the Gringo, are never updated, the websites don't work, and most of all, they never answer emails.

The answer is easy: Mexico is, for the most part, a country of appearances.

Ned Crouch in his book, Mexicans & Americans, Cracking the Cultural Barrier, (A highly recommended book, by the way) tells of a story in which he went to a Mexican business supply company for some particular need. When looking at the company's brochure, he noted that the company indeed carried the item for which he was searching. Not only did they have the item, but there were claims that the company had these sound-proof cubicle dividers tested in a special laboratory to test the veracity of the product.

Mr. Crouch asked the receptionist where the products had been tested only to find they had NOT been tested anywhere. The conversation went forward to reveal that the claim was made in the company's printed material because that was expected by the customer and that was what company's like theirs claimed to be and do. They had to look like what their competitors looked like whether it was true or not. "They had to play the role and look the part." (page 191)

My wife worked for an ESL school in which the sign on the outside wall made all manner of wild claims of services offered on site that simply did not exist. When I asked the director why she had this sign she said because it made the school look competent. Also, she had 25, count them, 25 diplomas and certificated on the wall of her office attesting to her English teaching and speaking ability and she was in essence incapable of speaking, reading, or writing in English. She claimed to have aced the TOEFL exam.

There is a gift shop in Guanajuato that has an email address which the owner NEVER looks at. She told us she only checks the email if someone calls her and tells her that an email is forthcoming. (And what is the point of that I have to ask?)

These folks have email but do not do business, like take hotel reservations, with a faceless person.

It is culture, guys, and that's how it is. The email and websites are for appearances. It is "trying to play the role and look the part like the rest of the world."

Saturday, May 29, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex -- We're Home

We house sat for two weeks. That's the longest gig we've done, ever. I can't say it wasn't interesting. It was that. But I can say I do not want to do that again any time soon. We love the folks we were helping out. But, it is just that we cannot stand the cats and their peculiar indoor/outdoor behavior.

I thought this morning how these friends feed their cats on the kitchen counter to keep their dogs from eating the cat food. The dog's ration is served on the floor while the cat's is on the counter. We used to do the same thing when we had dogs and cats. However, the only difference is that our cats NEVER went outside tromping about in the yard where they would step into all manner of nasties in the grass.

I certainly acknowledge that it is "their" privilege and right to do with their pets as they see fit. But the thought that the indoor/outdoor cats can carry parasites in their paw pads onto the kitchen counter where human food is also served is just too much to bear. The fact that the cats would come onto the bed at night with their parasite-laden paws is also too much.

Anyway, we are home, we are tired, we ordered pizza, and now its time to go to bed.

Friday, May 28, 2010

A Tale of Two Bunnies Continue

I am on a "do-not-let-your-cat-out-of-the-house jag."

The folks for whom we are house sitting let their cats go outside in the night to hunt. The cats can come and go through an open window in their bedroom. This is how "Yani", the "bunny killer" got into the house with his prey. (See previous blog for details.)

I did some research and even contacted my degreed and licensed Vet tech friend in Kansas for info.

It turns out that you can indeed get your cat into quite a bit of trouble allowing it to go in and out to catch and eat prey. By prey I am speaking out rats, mice, rabbits, birds, etc...

I asked what dangers can the cat encounter in catching these varmits, bringing them into the house, and eating them. Here is her answer:
"Tapeworm, fleas, plague, rabies, & hantivirus, to name the risks from greatest to least. If there are native parrots, they can catch chlamydia psittacosis from them (&, more rarely, from other bird species)."
"Plague" and "hantivirus" were two that jumped out of her email screaming loudly in my face.

We actually love cats. We loved them so much that in the States we had thirty Russian Blues in a breeding and show cat cattery. So it is not that we have anything at all against cats. But, where we do draw the line is in letting a "non-working" cat outside in this day and age. Working cats, or as it is known in Kansas, a farm cat, is a necessity on a farm where vermin can cost a farmer money.

A pet...should be kept indoors.

There are scores of reason why you should keep the cats inside. There is only one reason people let pet cats outside: anthropomorphism.

Just think about it: Your cat catches, not necessarily killing, a rat and brings it into the house and the thing has hantivirus or the plague. Just what are you going to do?

Got your haz-mat suit on hand?

I have heard of extremely isolated cases of plague here in Mexico. Another vet I know in Mexico confirmed hantivirus here in Mexico.

The thing is, you can allow your cat outside time by attaching an ultra inexpensive cat pen to the window that would protect all members of the family, human and felines, and the cat could merrily watch critters through chicken wire and not be able to catch and eat them.

Doesn't that make a lot of sense?

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex -- A Tale of Two Bunnies

Night had finally fallen. The air was still. The days have been hotter than I can recall for May and the darkness finally capped off the burning of a dreadfully hot day offering a small, sweet respite.

I had to go to the bathroom. I had the urge for hours but the awful heat, in non-air conditioned Mexico, prevented me from doing what I had to do: I had to do #2. Moving one's bowels is not so terrible of a subject to broach when one has Irritable Bowel Syndrome or IBS. I've learned to face it that it is something not only with which I have to live but to talk about it often finds fellow sufferers who end up being friends. Just think about it: A Fellowship of #2'ers.

But, I digress....

I settled on the porcelain throne in the downstairs bathroom of the house we were house sitting. I thought it cooler and more conducive to better evacuation (If you know what I mean.).

Suddenly, and without warning, when an unexpectedly smooth egress was upon me, I hear a screech and a high pitched squeal coming from upstairs.

The screech came from my wife.

The squeal came from Yani, one of the feline charges we were "watching."

The wife screamed for help. I hollered as loudly as I could, "What is wrong?"

She replied in an uncharacteristically articulate screech, "Yani has something in his mouth and it's wiggling." (Death throes, no doubt.)

I could do nothing at that moment. I did what I came to do.

I pooped.

When finally done I didn't even flush but pulled up my britches and ran out the bathroom door.

By that time, every one was in the downstairs bedroom to which the bathroom I was in was attached. The cast of characters were my wife, Nuit, the black female cat, and two poodles, Katie and Chole Marie. All were facing the walk-in closet were Yani the bunny killer was adding the finishing touches to his murderous campaign of bunnycide.

(As an aside: The dogs were staring at the whole affair and exchanging knowing glances with one another as though to say, "We knew cats were a murderous bunch.")

I opened the louvered doors to the closet and proceeded cautiously. I wanted to extricate what looked to me to be a quite dead bunny (barely able to hop age) from Yani's death grip. Rabbits carry, at the very least, tape worm and I wanted to be fully responsible in my pet watching duties in this house sitting gig.

But, there would no disburdening Yani of his catch. I did try stepping on his his tail, ever so lightly, hoping that would freak him out into dropping his prize but it didn't work. He went deeper into the closet where I could never hope reach him.

We sat on the bed listening to Yani crunching the skull of his little bunny meal. Then he walked calmly out of the closest, licking his bloodied, bunny-killer lips, and shot out the window into the back yard.

I gave pursuit.

I saw him whip up a tree and over a wall at the speed of light. Within seconds he was back in his yard with a second bunny in his homicidal maw. We closed the window to prevent him from going back into the bedroom with his kill. He jumped to the window sill and upon realizing his entrance to the bedroom was thwarted, he leaped into the garden whereupon I saw the bunny was still alive and tried escaping Yani's killing grasp.

But, each time the bunny would try to run (hop) Yani would leap upon it and toss it into the air. He jumped on the the poor, helpless creature, he flopped on it, he laid on it, he rolled on it, and did God only knows what else to it. I don't know what else he did because I went to bed.

When I reentered the house the wife was hovering over the bed with a wash cloth to clean up the bunny blood that was deposited on the sheets. Apparently, Yani began devouring the thing on the bed before crunching his way merrily through the house.

The smell of death eventually filled the bedroom making sleep difficult, no, impossible. We did what we've seen on a zillion CSI television shows reruns: We applied a generous glob of Vic's vapor rub under our noses.

Sleep came, eventually and fitfully, but it came.

When morning finally came, Yani came through the window and into the bedroom singing his little chirpy meow as though nothing was wrong. With not a thought as to his nighttime savagery, he went full of gaiety to the upstairs and into the kitchen and begged for his morning ration of canned cat food.

I asked him if he wanted a little bunny with that to which he only chirped.

Moral of this story: Unless you have a farm with crops to protect from rats, mice, and yes, rabbits, a modern cat does not need to go outside. Studies from the University of California at Davis's vet school has shown that cats live longer and healthier lives as indoor cats only. Their outdoor brethren live much shortert lives with predation-induced parasites being a major cause of a shortened life span.

Think about it,

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex - HOT

Speaking of climate change: When we moved here in 2003, it was as you have no doubt read, "Spring Time" all year round.

Winters were extremely mild. We usually ran around in short pants and shirts until the middle of December. January was a bit chilled at night, when the sun went down, but very nice and mild during the day.

The warmth came back in February and everything returned to its usual lovable self.

January of 2010 was the most frigid and wet we've experienced. This is the hue and cry of the locals too. My best friend, Carlos, told me Jan 2010 was the coldest and wettest he could recall in his 45 years of life on Earth in Mexico. It was frigid, it was wet!

At this writing, it is May 2010 and is dangerously hot here. I tend to think all the cars pumping poison into the air has something to do with the abnormal heat but I have no proof, yet.

We left the house right after breakfast and headed to the bus stop. By the time we got downtown I felt in need of a pair of paramedics and a stretcher. We shopped in a hot store (no one except for Del Sol department store uses an air conditioner.), went to a hot pharmacy, jumped into a hot cab, came home to a hot house, and am sitting with a fan blowing hot air up my hot nose.

Tourist, of course, come to GTO during this time of the year not bothering to understand that GTO can be blistering hot, like now, or rain for days on end.

"God, let the rains come, I implore you!"

That will cool off thie hellish heat!

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Sneaking an Early Peek at Our Lady of Guanajuato

From my vantage point I could see everything. Sitting in a small sidewalk café with the very original name, El Café (The Café), I was working on my third cup of Nescafe while watching Mexicans walking by like someone was chasing them. Of the many Twilight Zone events I've had while living in Guanajuato, Mexico, this is really the most bizarre. It is a cultural fact that you could bet the farm on that Mexicans will never get to an appointment on time-ever. Setting up an appointment at three in the afternoon, for example, can mean a host of things, none of which means that the person will show up at three. So just where they are going in such an apparent hurry, I cannot possibly say.

From that point of view, Guanajuato is not an especially nice place to walk between the hours of ten in the morning and two in the afternoon. To test this hypothesis, try walking from a barrio called Embajadoras to the Super, Comercial Mexicana, between those hours. Here's a tip: Make sure your Tourist's Insurance Premiums are paid up.

El Café is located on the side of Guanajuato's magnificently ostentatious Juarez Theater and diagonally across from the main plaza, El Jardin. From here, you can watch the city, at least in El Centro (The Center), wake up. I watched vendors buzzing about like so many bees in a busy swarm toting restaurant supplies on their little dollies making hurried deliveries. Shopkeepers were busy opening up their doors and removing the huge wooden panels from their boarded windows. Sidewalks were swept and mopped (I just love that!). I've written often that this is the very best time to see Guanajuato-in the early mornings-without the fear of being swept off a sidewalk by the race-walking, pressing throng.

After the third cup of Nescafe and finally reaching that I-am-now-going-to-vomit-myself-to-death taste in my mouth, I decided it was time to get moving on the day. But first, I have to explain the Nescafe angle in this town.

Nescafe is what is served in most small cafés in Guanajuato. If you want a cup of Americano, Nescafe is what you will get. Now, I have no ill will toward Nescafe and will indulge in a cup when there is nothing else to order. The strategy to successfully surviving a morning of this brew without suffering a possible stroke is to add more sugar than the human body can possibly handle and then throwing it back like you are tossing back a shot of tequila. And, note this, there are rarely free refills. I must add a note here: El Café does serve great scrambled eggs with chorizo.

My objective, the target of my sleuthing travel writing quest, was to journey, entirely on foot, to La Plaza de la Paz (The plaza of peace). For this arduous hike, I was duly fortified and knowing it would take all of sixty seconds, I was ready for it. But before I could go, I had to deal with the line of beggars and vendors who had queued at my table.

These people always know when I come into town. They must send each other messages on their Blackberry's when one of them spots me ambling along the streets. It doesn't matter what time of day I show up, "Red Alert...Bower's coming!" They come, one after another, to my table with assorted items from which I can choose NOT to buy. One lady had candy bars, or so she claimed, wrapped in red cellophane with Chinese characters on the packaging. The lettering looked faded like it had been manufactured in 1945 and probably read something like, "Chin-a-Lax-a-Tive". Next, the Doily Lady came rolling up.

I believe The Doily Lady has to have convinced herself that she will sell us something before she dies, which seems imminent. For the past seven years, she has tried selling us stuff that frankly looks like she got it at Wal-Mart. She always hits on us and when we refuse, she has a follow-up sales pitch to try and overcome our long-term refusal. She never gives up, ever. Once, we tried ignoring her while we kept walking. This would not do. Oh no. She grabbed hold of the belt on the back of my wife's pants and was dragged along as though she was water skiing and my wife was the motorboat. I had to dislodge her hands and yell at my wife to run. The poor old thing is that persistent. And here the kicker: I've never seen anyone, Gringo or Mexican, buy the dear's stuff. Sad, really.

After that bit of distraction, I walked to La Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, Guanajuato's parish church. La Basilica doesn't look all that impressive when approaching the plaza in which it sits and that is because the traffic on both streets that run parallel to it goes the wrong direction. So, for example, if you were to take an automobile of any sort into the plaza, you wouldn't know what the structure was unless someone hit you on the head and said, "Hey, look at that church." And, even then, you would have to twist your head backwards in Linda Blair style to see it. The visual impact of the church would indeed be impressive if the traffic flow was reversed. This 17th-century Baroque church is most impressive when viewed on foot from the opposite side of the plaza. In its elevated splendor, the main entrance is reached by climbing semicircular and steep stairs. In older photos, the church's entrance is at street level. This is no longer the case.

I was there at about nine in the morning to get a better look at the most unique object in the church. Though I had seen pictures of this 8th-century statue, I had yet to see her in the actual context of the church's altar. She used to sit on the back wall, behind the alter and to the left. You really couldn't see it since services were always in progress when I was there. Many American tourists will, unfortunately, think they should have access to the churches, like the churches are Museums, and will often march to the front during a service and start squeezing off snapshots. We saw this happen at a child's funeral. The tourists, dressed for the beach, rushed to the front when the casket was being opened and snapped photos. The churches are not museums and are there for the spiritual needs of the locals.

When I settled into a pew and got out my writing things, I noticed five people sitting toward the front and in the right side of the pews. I always fret when I walk into a church on a writing gig and there are parishioners making spooky but soft chanting sounds, as these five were. They were all hunched over like they were suffering stomach cramps in unison and erupting in sudden moans and groans. I thought they were either sick or practicing some esoteric religious moaning exercises with which I was unfamiliar. Whatever it was, they didn't seem to mind a horde of workers who were climbing scaffolding and dropping things to the church floor from dizzying heights. The one thing I was very pleased about is that the virgin I came to see was brought to the front of the altar and sat in what looked like a dessert case at Denny's. She was locked up snug and in a glass container where all could view without difficulty.

The story about this religious icon is a great one and one which I love.

Our Lady of Guadalupe is a sculpture standing 1.15 meters high and depicts the Virgin holding Baby Jesus. Depending on the version of history you find, it was alleged to have been created around 714 A.D. and was hidden, probably in caves or catacombs, in Spain during the five-hundred year Moorish rule. King Charles V of Spain donated the statute that was rediscovered. In 1557, the statue arrived in Guanajuato and later came to be called Our Lady of Guanajuato. It was actually Charles' son, Phillip II, who was entrusted with the icon's journey to and safe arrival in Guanajuato.

Though nothing is really known about the sea voyage of the icon to Mexico across the Atlantic, one can only imagine the peril it faced. Perafán de Rivera, the nobleman assigned to bring the statue to Mexico, didn't know where Guanajuato was exactly and became essentially lost. Just a suburb away in the area today known as Yerbabuena, he stopped to reconnoiter and prayed to the icon for help. According to legend, a pair of white doves guided him in safety to the city of Guanajuato.

Considered to be the oldest piece of Christian art and carved from one piece of cedar, the statue has actually a rather interesting part in its history in which thieves made off with the jewels sewn into the sculpture's garment. The thieves didn't get far and the jewels were recovered. I cannot begin to imagine what the locals must have done to the thieves.

Though the actual icon looks rather dull, it is amazing that it is so old and so well preserved. Presently (Fall 2008), when there are no services going on, you can walk right up to the front and have a look at what two members of the Spanish royalty and a geographically-challenged nobleman went to a lot of trouble to bring to the new world-New Spain, today Mexico.

I looked over my left shoulder and the five moaning parishioners were still rocking and moaning, the workers were still on their scaffolding dropping things from the rafters, and I took my leave with my mission accomplished.




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Monday, May 24, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex - House Sitting Part 3

We were suppose to be home by now but the folks for whom we are house sitting ran into a snag in returning. We are still here.

We've finally hit a peace agreement with the animals that has allowed us to sleep soundly. Only the very obedient toy and miniature poodles are allowed in the bed and that is working nicely.

This house is about one and half blocks from where we live and has far more noise, is more polluted, and hotter. We've house sat before here but not at this time of year.

Something more noticeable in Guanajuato now is the dramatic change in climate. When we moved here 7 years ago the air was clean most of the time. Even then, however, authorities were discussing ways to limit car usage in GTO to prevent happening here what has happened to other cities in Mexico--car induced pollution. But, the plans, of course, never got off the drawing board.

The other day it was so hazy and frankly hard to get out and walk. I could not breathe. I talked with a fellow asthma suffer here who is from Mexico City. She commented how the haze that covered the city for what seemed weeks, is what she sees in Mexico City when she visits.

It is the same. It is the same car induced smog that is ruining Guanajuato.

We moved here for the simple reason we would not have to have a car. You can virtually walk anywhere in this town and if not, there are taxis and buses. But, the status symbol of car ownership is what captures the minds of Mexicans. They want to appear "modern" (whatever that is suppose to mean) so they buy cars. The bigger the auto the better.

A study done on Mexico City found that its citizens buy the cars to enhance their status in their communities. To take a cab or a bus is unthinkable. Only those of the lower class take public transportation.

I have that study on the desktop (somewhere) and will post it if I can find it.

As I am typing this the haze is covering the mountains.

Sometimes I think another planet is where we should live.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex -- House Sitting Part 2

What an animal riot this household is!

You forgot to tell us that Chloe and Katie have this lesbian dog thing going in the evening at bed time. They lay side by side and engage in Lesbian Dog French Kissing for at least an hour or more. I am riveted in trying to figure this out! I once tried moving Chloe away from Katie on the bed and Chloe waddled like a white, artic fur seal back to Katie, mourning for her return,and continued this activity. I may write an article.

The cats are a pair of wackos. They wait until 330am or so and then engage in some sort ot cat war. What is unnerving is that Yani makes this yowel that sounds more like Flipper the dolphin beached somewhere than a cat.So we both pop up and that sets both dogs into a barking frenzy. Both dogs look toward the door when barking. I think they were both in a sound sleep and dreaming of more lesbian dog adventures. So, Katie is standing in guard dog position while Chloe takes on the fur seal position, and I am thinking they are barking at the door because the Mexican midgets have come back.

So, why do the felines fight? First, I thought that Yani was picking on and bullying Noo-Noo. But, I saw her once leap on Yani's back and bite him in his shoulder blades. So it is not as though Nah-Nah cannot defend herself.

If they want to go all Smack Down why so early in the morning?

At 400am I sat up and saw Yani, and I swear this is true, leaning on one of his elbows on my ankle in a reclining position with the Fur Seal, face to face, as though they were having a chat.

Did I take one too many tramodols before bed?

Anyway, why the cats fights each and every night?

Once, Cindi heard something and turn on the nightstand light. Yani was laying on the floor with his head in one of Cindi's shoes, gowling and kicking the shoe as though he was practicing what he was going to do to Mee-Mee when the WWW Smack Down hour came.

You two lead an interesting life with all these animals.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex -- House Sitting

[We are House Sitting a friend's house loaded with critters. This some of the emails to the House Owner.]
Sleeping in the bed with four, count them, four animals had to have been what it was like for Noah and his family sleeping on the Ark. I felt like I was in a zoo.

Chloe settled down very quickly and I think more or less instantly asleep. Katie kept shifting from Cindi to me, from me to Cindi. Finally, she plopped down too.

The cats...OMG...the cats.

MID-NIGHT:

I was first awaken at midnight. I had been dreaming that I had been fitted for a pair of cement overshoes. You know, when the Mob's goombahs, after beating you half to death, put you in a pair of cement overshoes then throw you off a boat. I woke to find two, count them, two cats asleep on my feet.

Of course, this made my feet so numb that I had to get up and rub the feeling back into them. This made Chloe bark and woke Cindi. However, Katie slept on.

Then, the cats decided to get up for a while and have wild cat fights. This woke me, of course, I could not recall the black cat's name. I tried calling it to get it away from Yani.

"Bluey...come bluey."

That did not work.

"Nuey-suey....come on baby."

That did not work either.

"Mooy...tooty...looy...pooty."

When none of that worked, Cindi mumbled something from underneath the sheet where she and Katie were hiding.

"It's &$^#(&%@."

"Did you say Neh-neh?"

Snoring ensued. So, I tried in a falsetto voice, "Neh-neh...Meh-me...Tehty-whey-whey."

Finally I screamed at them at this seemed to shut them up.

TWO IN THE MORNING:

I woke in a panic. I felt like I was having a catheter inserted in my "no-no." I woke to two cats laying on my nether-region. You know what I mean. I suppose that it was warm and cozy and both of them were fighting for the most choice spot on my "you-know-what."
When I tried sitting up to break up and fight over that part of my body and thank them both for the compliment, one or both of them dug in their claws. I think they were slipping and hung on to my manhood as their life rope. (I took back my thanks.)

I thought I would wax philosophic about this but I have yet to come up with anything very clever.

FOUR IN THE MORNING:

I tried turning over to find the black cat, Nah-nah, laying behind my knees. Somehow, and do not ask me how, I managed to sit up to move her. She was limp as though I had somehow killed her. However, when I picked her up she made a menacing sound like a growl. I moved her then she made a sound like she did with Yani when they were fighting. Maybe she was dreaming about the fight.

When I layed back down I fell back asleep though tramatized. Then I woke swearing I heard voices in the hallway of men talking. I was getting into my Kung Fu frame of mind (Yeah right! Huh?) to fight them. I sat up only to discover that what I was hearing was Chloe snoring. When she snored I swear it sounded like a pair of Mexican Midgets in the hallway laughing or maybe singing a little ditty.

CONCLUSION:

The cats I get that they want to sleep between our legs. I remember that from decades ago. However, I have gout and cannot have anything, not even a blanket, on my feet. They swell up and hurt like hell so I have cann't have the cats on me.

I do not know what I will do tonight. I might sleep in the other room and leave Cindi to Robert's Ark. I do not know yet.

Is there any way to encourage the cats to sleep with the dogs?

Ok.

-The End-

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Guanajuato, Mex - All Good Things

I wrote in one of my books some sound advice. It was advice I had to learn the hard way. The advice went something like this: If you see something on a store shelf in Guanajuato that you think you might use one day, BUY IT!

The reason is, is that if you don't you will never again in your lifetime see that item, or at least you won't see it for a very, very long time.

When we moved to Guanajuato I left behind in the States my bath brush. You know what I mean. The sponge on the end of a long handle that makes showering a lot easier especially for handicapped people among which I count myself. It is dangerous to wash my feet without one. With one, I can wash my lower legs and feet without risking a fall in the shower.

We saw a bath brush a month or two after moving here. But, instead of buying it right then, I said to the wife, "I will have to come back and get one..." Well, that was almost seven years ago.

Literally, I have been looking for one ever since. We would describe a bath brush to our Mexican friends and you would swear we were describing something alien from the Alpha Centauri Star System to them. They had never heard of such a thing, according to most of them.

Today one showed up in the store and we snatched it. It is just like I had in the States and I cannot wait to us it. Almost seven long years! Can you fathom it? I suppose it's true: "All good things come to those who wait."

I wonder if I should have bought two or more?


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