“The Senor” knew he needed a crown on a tooth so we made a dental apointment before arriving in Mexico with a highly recommended dentist. Actually a pair of dentists, they are twin sisters. The directions we were given were pretty vague, so we assumed it would be obvious. WRONG! The cab dropped us off per our directions and we wandered asking at every business for the location of the dentist. No one knew of them. We had allowed lots of time which was a good thing as we are wondering around a very Mexican neighborhood where no one speaks english trying to find the dentist. Finally I stopped at a paint supply store and not only did the clerk speak english, but she called the dentist office to get exact directions, then went out on the street and hailed a cab for us and gave him directions on where to take us and we arrived on time, barely. The visit cost about $70 us and “the Senor ” has to return next Monday for his crown. Total cost will be less than $300. While I waited for him I had the company of 3 different americans either waiting for a spouse or for their appointment. I had planned on reading my kindle, but the company was very enjoyable.
Our next stop was the Mercado for fruit, and meat. I will post a picture of a butcher slicing up a carcus in the open air market with a young girl somewhere between 12 & 14 apprenticed to what I assume is her father. Life is very different here. Most bag boys in the markets are 12- 14 and work for tips. And these are not after school jobs, they are full-time. After picking up enough groceries for a day or two we had lunch at one of the “fondas” at the Mercado, very mexican, very good, probably as close to “fast food” as you get in Mexico. I had a Chile Relleno and the “Senor” had Albonigas soup. No english is spoken here or is the menu translated for you. My knowledge of spanish while not good steadily improves. I can translate menus for “the Senor” as he chooses to limit his Spanish to “cervesa por favor”
So back to our apartment to put away groceries when we discover we didn’t buy olive oil or salad dressing. So I set off again to seek out the missing items, as I return I decide to treat myself to a margarita at a local outdoor establishment, when our Canadian neighbors and friends of theirs arrive and join me. Three margaritas later I return having given enough time for “the Senor” to have napped. So we dinned in having steak and salad.
It’s now 11pm, I’m sitting on our balcony drinking a glass of wine with just summer clothes on, listening to music drift up from 2 or 3 establishments thinking life just can’t get much better than this! Signing off KO