In the most remote parts of Mexico, white people aren´t exactly common place. Life just isn´t designed for us folk down here. Here are some things I noticed while living in a community that I´m convinced was in a National Geographic Magazine.
I am tall. I don´t exactly feel tall in the US, but here even the tallest of men look up to me. I am used to bending down to hug women, but not men. The people here are tiny.
With that, everything is smaller. I think I clotheslined myself on the…well…clothesline about 12 times. Everyone else just walks under the metal wire strung across the yard. But I learned the hard way to just walk around stooped down.
Peeing while standing up doesnt work down here. The bathroom has a 5 foot ceiling. So you get used to a semi squat/standing urnination. Its a good thigh workout
Two flushes is no longer worth braggin about, you will quickly hear stories of five buckets worth of water being neccessary to flush everything down. Love that water down here!
We all know that it is not polite to stare. Well nobody taught that to the people of Arroyo Palenque. In fact, they also never learned that it is not polite to gather everyone in the community and shout out gringo repeatedly as one passes by in the street.
If you wake up in the middle of the night thinking you are hearing a carnivale, you´re wrong, you´ve only landed yourself in an Orwellian-type world in which all the the barnyard animals at once are proclaiming their dominance over the night.
If you posted a sign at the door of the church asking all members of the congregation to keep their breasts in their shirts, no one would attend. It is either their way of keeping their babies quiet or welcoming us to the comunity, not sure which one yet.
