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The Sights, Sounds, and People of Morelia, Mexico by: David B. Wix As the sun set on my first evening in Morelia, I found myself reflecting on the day's events and my initial impressions of this old colonial style city that would be my home for the next several months. After arriving by air into Guadalajara, my bus trip from there to Morelia with Primera Plus, one of Mexico's first class bus systems, had taken about three or three and one-half hours over the fairly new autopista (freeway) that connects Guadalajara and Morelia with Mexico City. The ride had been a marvelous, comfortable experience when compared to riding Greyhound buses in the United States. In addition to a good meal and a new release movie, one of my fellow passengers shared many of the interesting things about Morelia that I would be able to see and do once we arrived. This helped me relax a little and feel more at ease. Even so, nothing would quite prepare me for what I would experience right after we arrived. The trip from Morelia's central bus station to El Centro (downtown) normally takes fewer than five minutes and is less than a ten-block distance away. That is, unless you take a taxi ride with a driver that knows you are in unfamiliar territory and gives you a scenic, roundabout tour in order to capture more of a fare than he is entitled to. A trip that should have cost me 10 to 12 pesos (1 ' 2 $USD) at the most, ended up costing about 250 pesos (25 ' 30 $USD). Needless to say, one of my first purchases in Morelia was a city map. That way, I would know for sure where I was at all times and not be taken for a 'ride' ever again. My evening meal and hotel room more than made up for any disappointment and anger I may have felt initially, however. I honestly don't remember the name of the first restaurant I ate at in Morelia, but the food was wonderful. My room at the Mintzicuri hotel was only a surprising sum of $8 a night. Now how good could that possibly be at such a low rate? Not only was it comfortably furnished and clean, it even had cable TV! Apartment living, the neighborhoods, and the people While I won't say that everything I experienced was pleasant, for the most part I truly enjoyed the places that I lived and the people that were my neighbors. At first, a few of the local people in the area around my apartment on Padre Lloreda were a little antagonistic toward me because I was a foreigner, an outsider. I remember on occasion being called 'guero' which, near as I can tell or remember means 'white boy' or 'white- faced boy' or something to that effect. Now that I think back, it is kind of funny ' I was very white-faced for the first few weeks I was there! Then, thankfully, my skin started to darken and my Spanish greatly improved. Right from the start, I became well acquainted with the local people by going out on the streets around my apartment and getting to know the stores and the people that owned them or shopped in them. One such place was the local grocery store that was about a block away from where I lived. The man that ran it and his niece quickly became good friends to me. The local corner grocery store in Morelia is much more than just a place to shop - it is a gathering place for friends that want to socialize. At least, that one was. One day, one of my name callers came in and asked 'guero, why are you here? These are all my friends!' Alma, the store owner's niece quickly spoke up and said 'they are all his friends too! So, why don't you just be quiet or go away?' That was the last time I ever had a problem with anyone in that neighborhood. Even my name caller became more pleasant and almost friendly. In appreciation for Alma's great act of kindness, I offered to tutor her in English during my off hours from teaching and studying at CMI (Centro Mexicano Internacional). She proved to be an excellent student. Sometimes, Spanish speakers have problems with certain sounds in English. The 'th' sound, as in 'thank you', is one of the most difficult to learn. Alma was determined, though! One night, we sat for at least 3 hours doing word exercises to grasp the sound. I even had Alma watch my mouth carefully to imitate the way I held my teeth and lips to form the 'th' sound. It would come out more like 'fank you'. Alma never did get it that night, however, one day as I turned to leave the store; she called out a resounding thank you! She had been practicing. My next apartment was at least a couple of miles away down the side street from Padre Lloreda on Calle Vincente Santa Maria. My favorite person there was my landlady Amparo, affectionately known as 'Amparito' to all of her 'boys' in her apartment-rooms. She was warm and kind, but at the same time let you know the 'house rules.' There never was any loud music, wild parties, or any funny stuff going on, at least not in that house! Our neighbor just north of us, however, liked to get a bit sauced and sing loudly until the wee hours of the morning occasionally. This neighborhood was very welcoming. I had 3 corner style grocery stores, a beer store, a tortilla factory, a barbershop, a restaurant, and a laundry within a four or five block radius. I wasted no time in getting to know most of the people on a first name basis, and I never experienced prejudice of any kind. Shopping ' mercado style I did most of my shopping for clothes, food, and household things at Mercado Independencia on Avenida Lazaro Cardenas next to Vincente Santa Maria or at other stores in the immediate area. This mercado occupies a huge city block area ' more like 3 or 4 blocks here in the U. S. I have never experienced anything so unique as shopping mercado style. Everything under the sun seems to be here. I could go and get fresh fruits, vegetables, and meats here, eat a restaurant style meal at one of the many food stands, buy leather goods, get my school supplies, etc. The food stands are basically a long counter with chairs and cooking facilities. The meals are simple and nourishing and generally cost around $'2
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