Thursday, December 11, 2008

Police come to call.
Last nite there was a knock on MsTioga's door. Looking out the window I saw two policemen. I sat on MsTioga's inside step and talked with them for about 20 minutes. Such a meeting with police at nite has happened to me several times in Mexico. I have never been hasseled in these meetings. The police have always been mainly concerned with my safety.

They wrote a report on a blank sheet of paper. I get a kick out of these kind of reports which I helped them to fill out myself. My last name [Lehrer] is very difficult for Mexican people to write because sounds like this are not found in Spanish. I was given the phone number for the local police station. I asked why I would need this number, and they told me "just in case."

5AM - The loud tractor.
A tractor drove by MsTioga and parked in front of a building about 50 feet away. The tractor had some kind of milling contraption attached to it. The tractor motor was revved up. It was loud! The milled stuff was loaded into large cloth sacks.

The tractor motor made too much noise to sleep, so MsTioga moved a short distance away where it is quiet. There are three homes across from the tractor which cannot move away from the noise.

This is a major cultural difference between us Americans and the Mexicans. You may remember that I've written to you about this difference before. Mexican people do not seem to be concerned [or bothered] by what others do. In libraries and internet cafes, people talk normally. And loud tractors rev up their motors without worrying that neighbors may complain.

4PM - Camped in Ahualulco de Mercado.

We have made a Nite Camp in the City of Ahualuco de Mercado. On the way here, we did some shopping in the City of Ameca where there is a Bodega Aurrera [owned by WalMart].

There are some things that are very difficult to find in the smaller groceries. Such as good tasting hard cheese. Often the cheese in the smaller groceries is "rancho cheese" which is usually somewhat soft and to me, not tasty. That's why I often shop in Aurrera Bodega stores.

On the way out of Ameca, we came upon a restaurant selling Chinese food. I met a real nice guy in charge of this restaurant. His name is Gueury, who lived for several years in the USA. Gueury speaks English very well. I had a nice talk with him while my food was being prepared.
Gueury at his restaurant in Ameca.





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