The good, the bad and the ugly.

Mexico is a crazy place. Almost every aspect of living here is different than what  I’m accustomed to. The language, food, currency are the obvious big differences but there are also many small differences. Using a public toilet will cost you $4 or $5 pesos and there may not be a toilet seat and you don’t flush all the paper. Garbage pick up is announced by a boy ringing a bell loudly in the street. The garbage men sort through the bags and pull out the recyclable items. The streets are often lined with vendors selling every imaginable thing and refreshment. There are no stop signs at intersections on anterior streets however there are stop lights on major street intersections.  It’s loud!  There are people everywhere, there is music playing everywhere.  I’ve been to the market, convenience store and grocery store in search of almond milk and the best I could find is shelf stores oat milk. The eggs are not refrigerated. I could go on and on. Funny thing is, I love it! I love the energy, the newness of it all, the openness and vulnerability it requires to navigate and the greater sense of aliveness it generates in me.