The left hand turns are made in the far right lane. It is not even a lane, it is actually called a lateral and is frontage road next to the highway.
The gas is owned as a monopoly by the Mexican government, which means that every gas station charges the same amount per gallon.
The gas attendants pump the gas for you. (Those of you reading in Oregon may disregarded this difference)
The windshields in Mexico are the cleanest we have ever seen. Not only does it rain several times a week, but the gas attendants wash your window while the gas is pumping
At the grocery store, you tip the bag boy and gas attendants when they wash your windows. A tip is 3-5 pesos (or 30-50 cents US). Despite the tip, the meat will be bagged next to the vegetables and canned goods will end up on top of the eggs.
Eggs are not refrigerated here. (This is true through most of the world, I’ve heard. Eggs will last several weeks outside the refrigerator)
Mexican will always share their food with you. If someone is eating and another person is nearby, you always offer you food to them. When Americans eat and don’t share, or eat a piece of gum and don’t offer it to the rest of the people in the room, often Mexicans (actually Latin people in general) will feel slighted.
Contrary to every Spanish book I’ve read/class I have taken, if you go into a Mexican restaurant and order “agua” you will never get water. Never. Down here agua is slang for Agua Fresca which basically means juice. Pineapple, orange, melon, mango, lime aide, apple soda, horchata (rice milk with cinnamon) or jamica (hibiscus tea). And all of it has sugar added to it. Most things in Mexico has sugar added, actually. The good news is that the sugar is not as processed as the stuff in the States, and they do not, as far as I can tell, do not use high fructose corn syrup in anything unless it is imported. I have heard that if you want water, you have to ask for bottled water, but I have yet to actually get bottled water when I try to order it.
Another thing, Mexican’s don’t really drink water. They never drink it with a meal. Always juice or soda. When you ask for plain water (even with English speakers) they are very confused and double and triple check. Are you sure you want just water?
People are very family oriented. Here, the whole family goes for walks or sit together outside. They are everywhere. The evening is family time. If you walk around the neighborhood around 9pm, families are stilling outside on the porch, balcony, or in the road in front of their house. The kids are playing and adults are talking or quiet, enjoying the evening together. It is typical to see three generations of one family together. Being in a family oriented environment is wonderful.
Another thing that is very different from the states is that people are so much more open to God. If you offer to pray for a stranger on the street, they always say yes. They have a deep respect for God that secular America has lost. The same respect is still given to pastors too. Pastor Keith is widely respected throughout the secular community both Mexican and foreign. If a group needs a mediator for a problem, Keith’s name is the first to come up.
There are something that at home are considered basic needs that are not as important here. For example, our apartment does not have glass in the windows. We have screens and bars, but no glass. The few windows that do have glass have slats that twist open and closed but do not seal tight. It is great when it is cool and breezy outside, but when we want to turn on our tiny air conditioner unit, we stuff the windows with cardboard and shut the curtains to try and keep the air in. There is no clothes dryer or dish washer either, which I don’t mind. Our clothes line works great (for free!) and I don’t have enough counter space to let the dished pile up much. We also do not have an oven, just a propane range (which burns very very hot. It is difficult not to burn things, but I am figuring it out.) Thanks to our friends, the Forgets, we do have a nice big toaster oven that roasts vegetables beautifully. I am going to attempt to make brown bread this weekend.
Every afternoon when John comes home for lunch (at 1pm which is when the Mexicans eat), John hangs up his cloths to dry on the line, hoping that they are dryer by the time he has to go back to work. When he gets home, he puts his clothes back on the line to dry before he puts them in the laundry pile. It’s that humid.
The white bread in Mexico doesn’t have the same kind of preservatives we are used to in the States, and it tastes so much cleaner and fresher than without them. We buy it from the bakery at the grocery store where they make it fresh every day. Of course, since everything goes bad quickly here, we have to keep the bread in the fridge. The tortillas are also amazing. There is a little tortilla factory near where we live. (When I say little, I mean that the factory is smaller than my bedroom and cannot fit more than the tortilla machine and the two workers inside. All transactions are made on the sidewalk outside.) It is very satisfying to watch the tortillas come out of the press, weighted on the scale, and wrapped up. They are less than two minutes old when I get back to my apartment. I have discovered that tortillas diminish in taste within about three hours which explains why they are so bad from the grocery store.
Some of you have asked about mail down here. It is basically nonexistent. It is so unreliable, no one uses it. I was trying to ask my English speaking friend how to say “mail” in Spanish, and she had no idea what I was talking about. I tried to explain it to her, but the concept was totally new. That same friend bused to Guadalajara and back in one day (about 7 hours of travel) just to pick up some paperwork she needed for college. That is how bad the mail system is. If you need something from the states, you find someone who is flying down, and mail it to them. They bring it to you once they arrive. Everyone does it that way. The expatriate community is very friendly and helpful with that sort of thing. In the English service every week, they have a mail call announcement to see who is going to the States or Canada soon and would be willing to take mail back to the states.
Since the housed don’t seal up well, we have all kinds of critters in and out. Our favorites are the geckos. (They eat the mosquitoes) We have at least two geckos that live in our apartment full time and several others who live on the balcony. One of them stays behind a picture we have hanging over our dining table. If we come in the room unexpectedly after dark, we catch him scurrying behind the frame.
The roads are basically trails or dry riverbeds, especially in the residential areas. Sand and rock and rusy nails. Actually, most trails are easier to walk down. If it is raining hard, the roads become rivers, moving the sand and rock around. It is basically like hiking to work, which might help John Mark meet his backpacking quota for the summer.
Probably the most important thing that I have learned since I have been here is to be thankful. There is a culture at La Fuente Riviera of thankfulness. No matter what is happening, if it is great or rough, the pastors are thankful. It is really inspiring and humbling. Even though our lives are stripped down of material things right now, we still have way more than we need. We might prefer one or two things were different, but our lives are just as full without those things. When we have prayer at church, the first three to ten sentences are prayers of thanksgiving. I am learning new ways of praying and thinking about my life and my circumstances. I am really grateful to be learning this lesson now.
John and I though a post like this might be fun, but we really don’t notice most of these differences anymore. Things are much more the same than they are different. Just like anywhere, some things are fabulous, and a few are inconvenient. More and more often I forget that we are in a different country. I feel comfortable here as we work hard and build relationships with people.
Blessings to you,
Moorea