Tuesday, June 5, 2012

My observations about Puebla Mexico

English is not a second language.

Women wear high heels, tight jeans and tighter tops.
There must be a school run by Edward Scissorhands.
Ice is not available even when begged or whinned for.
Volkswagon bugs have infested the city.
These are the true entrepreneurs.  They sell their wares on the streets, in the buses, and bring it right up to your car while parked at a stoplight.
Even the poorest of the poor have a cell phone.
Beautiful tiles decorate the walls, the floor, the ceilings, the gates, the tables, the churches.
Cement yards are the norm.
Gas stations still have attendants.
Errands take f o r e v e r.
Lunch is two hours and begins at 2 and can include a nap.
Handshakes with a kiss on the cheek are also mandatory.
There are no shorts and fewer sandals.
Apparently there are no Methodists, Episcopalians, Baptists, Church of God, etc. anywhere in this country.
The number of political signs rival those of the US.
No windows, no closets, a bed, a light, a chair feels like a Monk's cell.
There are guards with guns and a bat guarding the cell phone stores.
Cool winds waft down from the mountains in the mornings and early evenings.
Talavera pottery is a sign of distinctions if you know the real from the cheap knock-offs.
Mohawks are still in fashion after a millinium.
If there are no tiles on the walls in the streets then there is a mural.
There seems to be a cathedral on every corner in the downtown historic area.
People don't smile.
The food is very good, wherever you eat.

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