The here and now... and what and why

Complacency is a trap. At least that’s what I was thinking when I up and left the comfort of a Yankee prep school gig, where I taught music, amongst other things, for 28 years. There was also that life long career as a composer, musician and artist.

First, it was a year in St. Thomas, USVI, working as a reporter and shooting photography and then, a year in San Agustin Etla, Oaxaca, Mexico.
Time passed.
More time passed and a year back in the Athens of America followed by a hasty return to Oaxaca where it is all happening.
A couple of years in San Sebastian Etla and now, just down the road in San Pablo Etla. Life is good.

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Santo Domingo

Santo Domingo
The view from Corazon del Pueblo

The hereafter re me

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Oaxaca, Oaxaca, Mexico
Musician, photographer, videographer, reporter, ex-officio teacher, now attempting to be a world traveler

Friday, May 18, 2018

One more reason I love this place - Car guys

I drive a 2004 Jetta, which serves me very well.  It has plenty of dings and scrapes, but is very reliable and has a good sound system.  It should be noted that road conditions here are less than ideal.  Between the rough roads, the ubiquitous topes (speed bumps), the baches (potholes), driving is really hard on cars. However, for every car problem, there is a car guy.

And they are everywhere, tire guys, brake guys, muffler guys, mechanicos.  They may be in a shack by the side of the road, but they can do what has to be done.... and right now, no appointment necessary. 

I went to a place just down the road in Pueblo Nuevo.  It had tire racks out front and I needed tires.  That all it took. 

The place had lots of people working and it was like controlled, efficient chaos.  Taxis, cars, trucks moving in and out, people waiting, ladies carrying food for the workers, music blaring, all in one happy and warm atmosphere.  Lots of fun interactions.  It turned out I knew one of the workers from the last time I had work done.  However, it was at a different place almost directly across the road.  We were laughing, happy, and greeted each other warmly, really a typical Oaxacan moment.

So the tires went on and then one of the young guys pointed out that my shocks were shot... gee, I wonder why.  "How much? $800 MP... Okay.... How about the brakes?  Adjust the calipers for another $600. How long?  Two hours.  Done! 

I walked back to the house, making note of all the little tiny businesses and food places that I miss when I'm driving.  Walked back.  Car was done.  Everyone shook hands and vrooom... I was outta there.  I love this place!


Mary said...

Thank you. Have a couple leaky eyes remembering what it is that brings me back to Oaxaca over and over.

Christopher Stowens said...

Gracias. I can't tell you the number of times I am moved to tears by this place.