It never fails. I seriously go to the corner mercado at least once a day. AT LEAST. I really am the most forgetful person on the planet. But that's a whole 'nother story. I feel like I get looked at funny every once in a while on my little walk there. What's a WHITE girl doing here? But I'm always greeted by the friendly store clerks who are all used to me by now. The old man security guard at the door in the afternoons and nights greets me with a "Hola Guera" or a "Buenas Tardes Guera" reminding me each and every time that I am, in fact, a white girl. Heh. Silly old man. It makes me wonder how he greets the one or two black guys I randomly see there. o.O... hopefully he just says "Hola". :)
I often walk there at night to get stuff to make dinner. During my walk home from the mercado one night, I started to think about life and how I never in a million years thought I'd be walking down a street, by myself, as a white girl, in Mexico. Most people would probably shake their heads and wave their pointer finger at me while saying "don't do it!". But the fact is, this has become my life. This is OK for me to do. I feel safe. I feel MUCH more safe than I would walking down the street at night in any ghetto in the United States. This is my home and I LOVE it!
When I'm walking home from there on these night trips, I don't get the gawkers breaking their necks in disbelief. As humans, we all look the same in the dark. :)
...Most of the neighborhood is probably getting used to seeing me by now anyway. Haha.
