I’m sitting in a restaurant as I type, waiting for breakfast. I usually grab something on the fly, anxious to get to work on time. Today, I thought I had enough time for a real morning meal. But, I was wrong. It’s 8:30 and I’m still waiting for my comfort food to arrive.
Monterrey is a nice place to live, if you have a car and a good salary. I have the salary, but not the car. I haven’t bought one, and I won’t until next year. I live very far from work, and spend two hours and a half in my daily commute. These are two hours I could be sleeping, exercising, playing music, reading, anything but sweating in a bus listening to “norteño” music.
I am on the verge of moving closer to work. But, the friends I live with are a missionary couple, who are pregnant with their second child, and barely making ends meet. The husband is working three jobs besides his volunteer work. The wife is always nauseous from her pregnancy. Just the thought of cooking can bring her nausea.
I know they are slightly overcharging me for rent and food, but I am one of their major sources of income. That has stopped me from moving away, even though I spend way too much on eating out and taxis because there’s often no food at home. I know I could move out and save money, but I don’t want to cause them distress.
Latin American waiters know when a client is impatient and can very skillfully ignore them. They seem to have a radar! They’ve just brought me some fruit, but I need them to get on with it and bring the main course, I’m already late!
There’s a lot more, most of which is positive…but for some reason good things are usually shorter to describe. Mexicans are incredibly urbane and friendly in comparison with Honduras. I’ve easily made several friends since I’ve arrived.
There is an ominous dark cloud over all this, but unfortunately, I can’t blog about it; maybe I would If I were anonymous. But the truth is, in this information age, I can’t have my inner demons only a Google search away.