We pulled into a lovely, almost Japanese, garden area complete with a tropical twist. The house is surrounded by a garden with hammocks hanging on palm trees. About 10 steps from the back porch is a little wooden gate leading to the beach. To the right are rocks with tide pools waiting to be explored. To the left a great sandy beach with slow breaking waves. The whole family loves to Boogie Board and this is a beach perfect for it. Paradise. We meet our host and learn the rules, ins and outs, and other trivia. I thought to myself what a perfect life. Live and work where you hear the sound of the surf, always. The salty breeze and the warm inviting waters your constant companions. That would be paradise. Later, we are playing in that surf having the time of our lives. I tow the kids out to catch another wave, a nice service if you can get it. The kids have all the fun of surfing with none of the work. Then we play in the sand, check the tide pools, and have a quick lunch at the house. I have been working a lot lately so it is so nice to spend so much time with the kids.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Paradise
We pulled into a lovely, almost Japanese, garden area complete with a tropical twist. The house is surrounded by a garden with hammocks hanging on palm trees. About 10 steps from the back porch is a little wooden gate leading to the beach. To the right are rocks with tide pools waiting to be explored. To the left a great sandy beach with slow breaking waves. The whole family loves to Boogie Board and this is a beach perfect for it. Paradise. We meet our host and learn the rules, ins and outs, and other trivia. I thought to myself what a perfect life. Live and work where you hear the sound of the surf, always. The salty breeze and the warm inviting waters your constant companions. That would be paradise. Later, we are playing in that surf having the time of our lives. I tow the kids out to catch another wave, a nice service if you can get it. The kids have all the fun of surfing with none of the work. Then we play in the sand, check the tide pools, and have a quick lunch at the house. I have been working a lot lately so it is so nice to spend so much time with the kids.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Death Has a Holiday
Most of the people we talk to about this, view the time a time to remember their departed friends and relatives. They go to the gravesite, clean up the area, spread some flowers, maybe bring some of their favorite food or beverage and talk about them. They then have a party in their honor. I think of it as a kind of yearly wake, New Orleans style. Now remember all of this is happening at the gravesite and can last until 3 or 4 in the morning. The grave decorations can be quite elaborate.
In this case all of the color you see are fresh flowers or flower petalsThe more simple folk do the same activities but believe their dearly departed leave the grave at the sound of the first church bell after dark and party with them. So they bring food and drink, clean the grave and party, thinking the relative is there to enjoy it. It is hard to overestimate how much mysticism is a part of the rural poor’s belief systems.
We went to Puebla for the festivities, great town, very pretty. After we returned to Mexico City, I took a ride to the graveyard for some pictures.
An Interesting Twist
As some of you know, I am married to a Mexican. Stacey was born in Mexico and by Mexican law she is a Mexican. As an additional bonus, in 1999, Mexico passed a law allowing dual citizenship, so my children are, by Mexican Law, also Mexicans. Now we have really grown to enjoy and even love Mexico. The beauty, the people, and the culture are all quite endearing. With that in mind we thought it would be a good idea to get our children Mexican passports to give them flexibility later in life to start a business, get an education, or even live in Mexico.
After 3 months of questions, paperwork, and run around we were finally ready to get the passports. We went to the office, were sent to another office, and then told we needed to go to a consulate office in the US to become Mexican citizens…
So let me get this strait… My children need to go to Mexican soil in the US to become Mexicans… when they have the legal right under MEXICAN LAW…
All of this has caused me to view/vent about the current immigration debate in the US under a new light.
In Mexico, I cannot get a driver’s license unless I have a visa and am here legally.
In Mexico, I cannot work without a valid visa.
IN MEXICO, I cannot get medical services at the state’s expense, even WITH a work visa.
IN MEXICO, I cannot go to the University and without paying an extra extranero (foreigner) fee.
AND IN MEXICO, I cannot apply for legal status as a Mexican, even if legal, without going back to the US!!!
Does any of this sound familiar… Please don’t misunderstand, I have a great deal of sympathy for Mexican workers trying to feed their families and do work in the US that many in the US don’t want to do. But would it be wrong to suggest that the US apply the same standard to illegal workers in the US that Mexicans apply to all workers in Mexico… Just a thought.
Please add any comments below.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Life with NO Warning Labels
Day 1- Let’s go play in the volcano, kids.
About 90 minutes from our home we have 3 volcanoes. We went to visit one of them this weekend. Now before you start calling child protective services I have two defenses. One, it is an extinct volcano. Two, I am in Mexico and they don’t have CPS down here. So, we get up Saturday and start off. After getting lost two or three times we found the dirt road leading to the volcano. After about 20 miles across and 8000 ft up, we drove into the crater and parked next to the lava dome. Yes, you read that correctly we took a road into the very center of the volcano at 14,000 ft or so above sea level. We then climbed to about 15000 ft to the ridge of the volcano. I am so proud of our little troopers. All three made the climb (with an occasional piggy back ride). The view was fabulous… simply unbelievable. It was so quiet and peaceful, watching the clouds moving over the ridge line as a brisk chilly wind swept them ever upwards, two emerald lakes in the crater below contrasting with the steep red cliffs of red and gray and a dark blue sky you only get at elevation. The vegetation was mostly tundra grass and moss. It was an otherworldly beauty. The colors… the stillness… stunning.
Just for reference our car is one of the tiny dots near the left lake.
For day two, we drove outside of the city to the little town of La Marquesa. La Marquesa is an adventure park of sorts. There are vendors everywhere with quad racers, horse rides, zip lines, some kind of bungee trampoline, paintball, you name it and you can find it here. Oh did we have fun!! All of us took the zip line. We took the kids on the quads. Gwen and Nate got to ride a children’s quad. The kids did the bungee trampoline. Stacey and the kids took the horse ride. What was so much fun to see as their father is them learning to overcome fear. Nate got to the top of the zip line and did not want to do it, did it anyway and LOVED it. Gwen didn’t want to drive the quad and it was her favorite attraction of the day. Abby, well our little Abby has no fear.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Monopoly Money
Such is life in Mexico.
A small tub of ice cream is 80 pesos. Two pounds of tortillas are 5 pesos. A 2 liter of Coke is 40 pesos. Minimum wage is 50 pesos a day. A normal lunch out is 200 pesos. A live in maid is 150 pesos a day. The current exchange rate is 11 to 1, so to get dollars divide all those numbers by 11.
So is living in Mexico cheap, expensive, or just confusing.
For me, it has been confusing. It is hard to say what things are “worth”. As an amateur economist, I am used to cost and price being rough approximations of value and worth. My first reaction to this shock has been to devalue money as a signal of value. The seemingly conflicting signals are just too much at odds with my values. As I begin to learn about Mexico, in particular its culture, history of socialism, and focus on pride, I find that they do still act as signals of value and worth. They make sense in their own way. It is just a way that is still difficult for me to understand. This is just another piece of the culture puzzle.
Monday, September 17, 2007
On Death in Mexico
One of my coworkers lost his father a few weeks ago. The funeral was the next day. I am still not exactly sure why I was invited but I joined my coworkers in leaving the office for the cemetery. The first observation was how this overruled everything else. There were no discussions, no plans. A coworker lost his father, all meetings were off and we were going. We are doing the most important project in the company but no one needed to ask. Family obviously comes before work. A member of the team lost a member of his family and that was obviously more important to all of us.
When we arrived at the viewing, we all stood around the room forming a kind of circle looking at the family. There we stood offering silent support while the family grieved. They sang religious songs, prayed, comforted his widow, cried and started again. For two hours, we stood silently while family and friends assuaged the most raw and painful emotions imaginable. No one spoke about him. This wasn’t about him; this was about comforting his wife and children. After a while a priest came offering a mass and communion. After his words of comfort about the coming kingdom, the coffin was carried out and we silently departed this mourning chamber for the burial.
After a somber procession, we all stood around the grave. No words were spoken. The coffin was carried over and lowered into the ground. Again there were no platitudes, no words on his life or his meaning. I expected this to be the end, with us filing away but no one moved. Then came a line of workers. With the family watching, they sealed him in the ground with concrete slabs. Before the last slab was placed, his daughters threw a little dirt or a rose in the cavity with sobs of “adios papa.” Then the buckets of mortar were brought to seal the slabs. Then another layer of slabs, more mortar. Lastly the gravediggers shoveled the dirt on the grave and huge piles and arrangements of flowers were placed. Telmex, his employer for many years, sent the two largest arrangements each was over 6 ft in diameter. A few led what can only be described as cheers for the deceased. Everyone then filed quietly away. Somber. So very final… He is gone. You saw the body, you felt the grief, you saw the coffin sealed in the ground. It is over.
I can’t help but thinking they have it closer to right.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Tipping, Begging, and Child Labor
Driving home, as you stop at the red light (see prior post) you are met with a little girl, perhaps 3 or 4 being hoisted up on to her father's shoulders. The first and most striking thing is the little girl has two balloons stuffed into her sweatpants. This gives her grossly distorted "hips" about 3 times bigger than she is. The father then shakes back and forth. The balloons amplify the motion so the hips oscillate left and right like a Jello cube on a wooden roller coaster. Her little hands move up and down drawing your attention to her clown painted face. You emotions are bounced like the balloons, funny, creepy... sad. Should you laugh, cry... For me it was just deeply disturbing. After a 10 second gyration fest, they pop down and walk past the cars, hand out, looking for tips. Then you notice the rest of the "family". An older sister has another younger sibling doing the same act for the cars going in the opposite direction. Mom is selling roses. Another older sister is selling candy, no longer cute enough to pull off the balloon act.
The next intersection has a juggler, the next a man breathing fire. Nearly every intersection has someone selling flowers, candy, or mercy. Elderly women, a man with no legs, a skinny child with no act... It is sometimes nearly overpowering.
Yet I already find myself growing used to it. Callous to so much so often, just another feature set against beautiful parks, expensive restaurants, and fancy cars.
When you give are you encouraging the parents to keep them out of school? Are they really the parents or the handlers? And what of the ones with no one looking out for them at all.
But here is a big difference from the US. I have never been approached by an able bodied person for a handout, without some "service" being performed. It could be direction to an empty parking space, a concert from an obnoxious grind organ, or a circus act. But the only ones who truly beg are the very young, the very old, or the amputee. Who can tell if it is Latin pride or if in the face of so many truly needy, only those with the strongest first impression can scratch together enough of a handout to make the time pay. What I can see is the terrible cycle in place. Children are kept out of school to provide for themselves or their family. They cannot acquire the knowledge or skills to make them anything other than dependant. Leading them to a life of what exactly...
By giving, are you aiding or enabling. Difficult questions in a difficult land.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Traffic Laws
1) A stop sign means be careful.
2) A red light means slow down.
3) A green light means slow way down and be careful (see rule 2)
4) Momentum = Mass x velocity. Right of way is granted to who ever has the most momentum entering the intersection.
5) If you make eye contact with the other driver, you have yielded the right of way.
6) The majority of streets are one way, but most signs are seldomly found and randomly placed. To determine the direction take note of the way the cars are parked. But one way is just a suggestion, if you REALLY need to go down that street, simply put on your hazard lights and proceed carefully down the street.
7) The police are ineffective, so to control speeding they use speed bumps (topes) and the road painted to look like speed bumps (fauxpes). If you assume fauxpes and get topes, say bye bye suspension. Sometimes, they put an unmarked tope 30 ft in front of a marked fauxpe... so you start to slow down and hear BANG BANG as you leave the air in your tires and a significant portion of your undercarriage behind. There are sometimes locals sitting at these, drinking cerveza and laughing their heads off.
All of that changed this week.
http://www.canada.com/topics/news/world/story.html?id=d5a33875-0540-42b8-8e68-148ac77fa647&k=73725
Ciudad is going to start expecting people to obey the law and encourage police officers not to take bribes.
I know this may come as a shock to many of you that this is news down here. It is on all the radios, people talk about in normal conversation.... What would it be like here if people obeyed the law and police didn't take bribes...?
Well on the first day, everyone was still doing 80 kph on Reforma, in the bus lane... it was a beautiful dream.
My favorite part was driving on the first day the laws were supposed to take effect. Everyday, I turn left at the Angel of Independence. Everyday, the police hold a clinic on why laws don't really matter by waving drivers through the red light to clear Reforma. For some reason it is too hard to change the timing on the lights and easier to pay 6 people to wave traffic through the red... Like every other day, there they stood waving people through. This, to me, typifies the traffic picture in Ciudad. A systematic shared agreement to do the expedient in place of the lawful.
For those who know me, you know I am prone to bending the traffic rules. But traffic here has shown me what can happen if the law isn't enforced. The good and the bad. It is chaos but it develops its own order. People will cooperate at times to enforce their interests, but other times the two year old narcissist comes out and blocks 6 lanes of traffic to be 6 ft closer to the destination. It works 95% of the time and 5% of the time it is an unmitigated disaster.
It may just be what I am used to... but thank a cop the next time you earn a ticket. Sure you hate the ticket but you made the choice to break the law and you know it. Take it from me, you are glad, even if you don't know it, that officer is there to enforce those rules and you are glad he is giving you a ticket instead of asking for a $50 bribe.