--Ever been distressed when buying hotdogs and buns at the grocery store? It's not a problem here in Mexico: just go to the deli and ask for "ocho wienies!" A perfect bun to dog ratio.
--Today on the way home we were driving on a six lane road, and at a major intersection. I looked to our left, and there, making his own lane, was someone on a four-wheeler! Right in the middle of town, with no one thinking twice about it.
--I used to think I was overwhelmed in the hair product aisle. (Curly hair, what new product won't work this time?!) Then I had to buy gel and hairspray in a new aisle. With new brands. All in Spanish. (I stuck with the familiar.)
--Today I also put 2 and 2 together, and came up with OIL. The business lot across the street from our dorm has tanks. Many tanks. There are frequently semis pumping oil/sludge/crude into and out of these tanks, or men in front-loader buckets inspecting the tanks. It's not Schlumberger, but it's awfully big to be living right next to!
--I guess the thing to do when you get to Chihuahua (as a missionary) is to pick out your future guard dog. Since I'm not staying in Chihuahua, I occasionally borrow my friends'
Chris and Rachel's dog "Gus." They wouldn't let me name him Rasta, so I call him "Rasta-Gus." I have plans for arriving in Paraguay though...#1: Get a future guard dog!
Any unique cultural tidbits in your area?