A Midwesterner Moves to Mexico - Things I’ve Noticed
One of the first things I noticed in Guadalajara was all the OXXOs.
One of the first things I noticed in Guadalajara was all the OXXOs.
When I was eight and in Brownie Scouts, we had a contest to see who could build the best Valentine Box out of a shoe box.
We went to Tlaquepaque last weekend. Mainly looking for rugs and furniture that my daughter has been wanting to buy.
I’ve been sleeping under two blankets for the last week and a half. Pulling out a throw to cuddle under on the couch when I watch TV.
It doesn’t get much better than stepping out of a plane in mid-January into the blue sky and bright sunshine of a Mexican afternoon.
Last year when I visited the United States over the holidays, the first meal I sought out was a gas station hot dog. It was something I missed and something I hadn’t yet discovered I could get at my neighborhood OXXO.
If you live in the Midwest, “coat” is one of the words you use regularly. Right up there with “winter storms” and “cornfields.”