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

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

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

El coche

It has been an interesting few days as the car search culminated. It was a time to be uptight. It was a time to pray before altars on trucks.
Actually, this one was leading a long line of bicyclists.

One cultural difference is the ability of mexicanos to patiently wait and to go through the bureaucratic hoops that are just a part of life here. I pride myself in my patience, but baby, this was pushing it. I will have to do better. I promise I will never say anything bad about the DMV's in the States again...ever.

On Friday, I waited eight hours for the car to show up. The seller, the money (me) and the fixer all had to be in the same room at the same time - plus Henry and Rosa, who acted as translators and cheerleaders. Eventually, the deal went down. Then it was on to getting the plates. I accompanied Antonio, the fixer, as we jumped through those hoops. It would have been difficult to do without him. He knew the right people and a little under-the-table money helped grease the skids. So after four hours, ten different people, more paperwork than should be allowed, I had plates. Then a quick lunch and a new stereo with an ipod connection and I was cookin'.

So what did I get?I hope it is not too flashy for the neighborhood.
Actually, I got a Jetta.

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