I’ve often struggled with where and how I fit here as The Gringa in a Latin land. The best way to describe it is the first day of middle school as the new kid to a well-established, tight-knit community. Not only is it literally a different language but there is an unspoken cultural language that I don’t understand either. For seven years, I’ve been embracing this “I don’t fit” mentality. Yet, through the media encouragement of complete strangers, I’m reminded that “The adventure/action is here.” I’ve been waiting for something to hit me, for inspiration to jump out…thus, I’ve missed the exciting things along most of the way.
So today I share with you a small taste of what goes on in my routine trip to the grocery store.
- Two dogs literally stuck together back to back.
- Criminal in handcuffs in the bed of police pick-up truck.
- Taxi driving backwards into traffic.
- Two teens sitting on top of a water tank truck.
- A minivan stopped between two lanes of traffic to pick up/drop off passengers in the middle of the road.
- Open flame blazing on the side of the road, burning bushes.
- Countless street dogs.
- Ice cream guy pushing his cart up the steep hill.
- My nemesis boulder that was stuck under my car a week ago.