I’ve personally experienced this and while a little overwhelming at first, I don’t even see it anymore. I just walk right through the gauntlet and it doesn’t phase me. The biggest issue I had initially was feeling rude by not responding but I got over that pretty quickly. Lol
I've always said that I love Mexico because I have the freedom to get hit by a bus if I want to. That is to say, it's my responsibility to watch where I'm walking.
Personally, I like fewer regulations. Makes life more interesting, less predicable, more fun. A guy comes by the house here selling ice cream, another tamales, another pan dulce.
I was talking to a friend back in the states on the phone and told him about eating tamales. He said where'd you get them? Right outside the door. Getting on a plane, he said. :)
I have a vague memory of being offered a free tequila shot while waiting for my suitcase. It was just one drink in case you are fixating on my memory loss. I delight in the Mexican creative entrepreneurial spirit particularly when recycling happens to create objects of art. I obtained a woman's purse covered in aluminum can ring pulls. I considered the purchase Karmic payment. I appreciate your balanced perspective when writing about Mexico and its cultural idiosyncrasies. I learned the meaning of "libertarian shameless corporate shill".
ps. Can you ask Substack to allow Grammarly into these discussions? God forbid I mispell a word or leek my Spanish grammatical syntax onto thiese holy ground.
I’ve personally experienced this and while a little overwhelming at first, I don’t even see it anymore. I just walk right through the gauntlet and it doesn’t phase me. The biggest issue I had initially was feeling rude by not responding but I got over that pretty quickly. Lol
I've always said that I love Mexico because I have the freedom to get hit by a bus if I want to. That is to say, it's my responsibility to watch where I'm walking.
Personally, I like fewer regulations. Makes life more interesting, less predicable, more fun. A guy comes by the house here selling ice cream, another tamales, another pan dulce.
I was talking to a friend back in the states on the phone and told him about eating tamales. He said where'd you get them? Right outside the door. Getting on a plane, he said. :)
I have a vague memory of being offered a free tequila shot while waiting for my suitcase. It was just one drink in case you are fixating on my memory loss. I delight in the Mexican creative entrepreneurial spirit particularly when recycling happens to create objects of art. I obtained a woman's purse covered in aluminum can ring pulls. I considered the purchase Karmic payment. I appreciate your balanced perspective when writing about Mexico and its cultural idiosyncrasies. I learned the meaning of "libertarian shameless corporate shill".
ps. Can you ask Substack to allow Grammarly into these discussions? God forbid I mispell a word or leek my Spanish grammatical syntax onto thiese holy ground.