Wow, is all
I can say, I love my neighbourhood. My neighbours must have been brought here
by God (weren’t we all brought here by God) I could not have asked for better
neighbours, of course I knew most of them before I moved in already which was a
deciding factor when I decided to move in. This is as Mexican as it gets, it is
rural Mexican Puebla living, and I love it. My neighbourhood is very quirky,
but I like that, I do quirky quite well. However as nice as mu neighbours are
they are very nosey, even nosier than me if you can imagine that, so nosy that
I can’t make a move without the whole hood knowing about it. Before I moved in
a guy was building a fence in the my back yard and I came over here to ask him
to leave me a gate in the back so that I could being in some dirt and bricks
for my patio and gardens and what not. He was a step ahead of me and had
already left me a gate; he said that way I could have my company leave from the
back because if my company leaves from the front yard the nosy ladies on my street
will be very busy keeping track of the coming and goings from my house. My
backyard faces the road and then the jungle beyond that, my neighbours can’t
see me coming and going if I go through the back. I thought it was pretty funny
that he would think of this and wondered what kind of comings and goings he
thinks I have going on here. I use my back gate a lot...a lot.
Every time I
leave my house I am asked “where are you going?” When I answer “to the store” I
am asked what I need from the store. I have however finally figured this out,
this is just in case they have what I need, yup, if I say I need potatoes,
either they have potatoes or they just direct me to the guy that sells potatoes
(he lives on my street too) One day I needed some tape to wrap a gift and my
neighbour lady asked me how much I needed, and I said just a little bit, she
goes into her house and comes back with a strip of tape stuck to her finger and
asks if this is enough, I say yes and go home and stick the tape to my table
(it was no where near enough) and I leave through my back gate and sneak to the
store to buy tape. I get to the store and they don’t have tape, (go figure) I
am asked what I need it for, I say to wrap a gift, I am sent to a ladies house
(on my street) that wraps gifts for a very small fee, but now I have to sneak
in so that the lady that gave me the tape doesn’t see me, I come back in the
evening when it’s dark and for 6 pesos she wraps my little gift and puts a
ribbon and a bow on it and does an amazing job of wrapping it...seriously, you
could not see a single raw edge of wrapping paper, it was beautiful and she
only used about as much tape as my neighbour had given me. It was a work of
art. I guess I don’t need to buy
tape...ever.
There is a
lady at the end of my street that cooks food, kind of a street side kitchen
type place, good food, no menu, she just tells you what she made that day and
you decide if you want that or not...well, sort of you decide, try and get away
from there without buying something is almost impossible, but then getting me
to buy food isn’t really that tricky at all. She has even shown up at my house
and said “I made tamales today, how many would you like?” try and say no to
that. Today she sent her daughter over to remind me it was Monday and on Mondays
she always makes Birria and when was I going to come and get mine. If I want to
eat somewhere else I have to sneak by her house, it can get tricky. Here’s the
funny part, then she tells everyone every time that I buy something from her.
Oh yes, everyone knows what I am eating, and when I eat and how much. Yesterday
she told me that a friend of mine that lives on the beach bought a whole flan
from her, seriously, who buys a whole flan....someone that had no choice,
that’s who. She asks me “ did you go to her house and have flan, because she
has lots, she bought a whole flan” I am staying away from her for a few days
until I can be sure the flan is gone, right now I have pozole in the fridge,
along with birria, and half a chicken, I do not need flan. Good thing I am
feeding the homeless man everyday too. Between the 2 of us we can still hardly
keep up.
I don’t even find all this nosiness annoying (not too much anyway) I
find it rather amusing. One day I was trying to avoid a particular neighbour because
I wasn’t in the mood to try and explain to her (in my Spanglish) where I was
going and why, I decided that instead of walking past her front yard I would
walk down the back alley, well wouldn’t you know I got caught there, she was in
the back hanging up laundry, and not only did she ask where I was going, she
asked where I was coming from, when I said my house , she said “why are you
coming this way through the alley, it’s way shorter if you come on the street
in front”. How do you say “busted“in Espanol. It’s at these times that I
pretend I can’t understanding anything and mumble some jibberish and carry on. I
do know that that little trick will run out on me at some point but for now I
can still pull it off quite well. I am in fact the Queen of “Jibberish.
I can even
buy stuff at the little tiendas now, tiendas are little convenience stores that
are usually just the front part of someone’s house, there are small, usually
about 4 feet deep but they have almost everything in there, they have stuff
stashed and crammed in all the 4 corners and usually a floor to ceiling shelf,
the tricky thing is you can’t enter the store, you stand at the counter and
tell the storekeeper what you want, this meant that I used to have to do some
home work first before going there. I used to be intimidated by these stores,
plus I thought they didn’t have much stuff anyway and wouldn’t have what I
needed and it didn’t help that I had a few bad experiences when a very annoyed
and bored teenager had been made to mind the store and she didn’t find my cute
Spanglish cute at all and was more interested in her big pink sucker on a stick
and her cell phone than participating in my game of charades. So I gave up
going to these places but since moving into my hood I have revisited them and
love them now, my Spanglish has improved and I have discovered that they have almost
everything in there, they are run by my neighbours and they like it when I come
and shop at their store, they want to know what I need and will bend over
backwards and love playing charades with me if my Spanglish fails me, they
think it’s great fun. If they don’t have what I need they will direct me to
someone else or promise me they will have it tomorrow and almost always they
do. Or they will tell me “you don’t need that, you need this” and will sell me
something else, I’m so easy, I go there because I need an onion and by the time
there are done with me I walk away with a potato, I’m halfway home until I
realize that a potato is not a substitute for an onion, how did I agree to
this?
Don’t be
misunderstanding this here writing, I love my neighbours, I look at this
nosiness just as concerns for my well being. Why just the other day I was in my
bedroom and I sneezed and I heard my neighbour say “bless you Maria”, I
couldn’t help but laugh as I say “thank-you”, this is now much no privacy there
is, yes brick is pretty dense but our doors and windows are always open during
the day and really, brick is not quite as dense as I thought it would be. We
can hear each other sneeze but we can’t pick up each other’s internet signal.
The evenings
are just as magical as they were on the beach, I have feather light curtains
blowing in my windows, my bed has vintage cotton sheets on them, I can still
hear the ocean, the roosters are still crowing, my neighbour lady very often
has a pot of something on a crackling fire in her back yard, there are little
kids playing in the yard across the street from me, there are a few houses that
have Mexican music playing early in the evening every once in awhile, the
crickets, oh my the crickets, I have the jungle behind me and it is full of
crickets, they can almost drown out the roosters here, there are a few mother
hens with baby chicks that come picking up and scrapes they can find in my
yard. I love that when I am making food in my kitchen I can just throw scrapes
out the window and either the birds, or the hens, or the cats will come and
pick it up immediately it seems, it’s great, no need for a compost pile, just
huck it out the window. And of course there is always a whistling cowboy
somewhere. I don’t know if I will ever get tired of the sounds of a Mexican
evening in a small pueblo like this, it’s pretty sweet. I am blessed.
I'll leave you with some more nopale pictures today.
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