Brown Paper Packages Tied Up With String

This one's for you, Margherita.

Moving to Meheeko isn't all bad. Down here, for example, you can have fresh tortillas whenever you want! Mexican food is bombdiggity, especially if you can score an in-law to cook it for you.

Avocados. Mangoes. All manner of strange, foreign fruits.

And much of the food is pretty fresh, because is was grown in Mexico. The meat is often butchered within a few block radius of where you are, the eggs are often local.

You can send a small child to the store to buy you beer.

You won't have to shovel snow.

You'll probably be within two blocks of four or more small tiendas, so when you realize you forgot to buy milk it'll probably only take you five minutes (tops) to go back for it, and that includes the time it takes to think of the Spanish to explain to the clerk why you're back so soon.

You get to enjoy seeing people ride horses to run their errands (at least I do. Maybe not in all of Mexico, eh?)

People spend a lot more time outside of their houses (at least in small towns, it seems), especially in the evenings. They chat with their neighbors in front of their houses.

Houses come in surprisingly many colors.

Taunting children who try to climb up a tall pole greased in lard to get to the presents tied at the top (what inspired this post- because that just won't fly in the States).

Men who dance.

Strangers will love your babies.

Um... the opportunity to get to know yourself better.

Not worrying about deportation.

And fresh tortillas whenever you want! Did I mention that?


Feel free to add on, other Mexico residents.