Back to the Bank

Strangely enough, I am a lot more patient here. Things take time here. It’s not a lack of efficiency or sloppiness, it’s just the way things are.

Today we went to open a bank account. The process took a good two hours. But now we have a debit card and it now feels like we are officially and financially here. We immediately made good use of the brand new debit card by going grocery shopping in one of the many superstores the city has to offer :-)

Life is hard, even in Mexico, so we needed help. We now have a cleaning lady and my status of exploitative expatriate is now complete. It costs us 200 pesos ($20) to clean the 3-story house. Alain was questioning whether we really needed a cleaning lady… I said “Hell Yeah! For 20 dollars, even if we are unemployed, we need cleaning lady!” I know that you think, and I feel totally self-conscious but it is true that we pay a cleaning lady a lot more in NY but here at least she does not have to emigrate and suffer the harsh NY winter and discrimination.

Talking about discrimination, Lorenzo was telling me that the Mexican of Hispanic (white) origin threat badly the ones of Indian origin. It seems such a rotten fate to be discriminated both inside and outside your country.

I also asked Lorenzo about my previous socio-economic concern: how come there so many superstores around? Apparently the standards of living here are pretty compared to the rest of Mexico (thanks to the booming tourist industry). A waiter can make up to $2,000 US dollars a month. Assuming he does not live on La Quinta or Playacar, rent will be cheap, and he will definitely be able to afford the goods at Walmart and Sam’s Club and a small car to carry the good back home.

Back to the pool and the kids are now swimming for about 2 meters on their own. They are really getting a kick out of it!