Just Like Mexico, Only Different

I drove into town today. I was putting it off because I was intimidated, but finally I was out of food so I had to go. So now I was driving a strange vehicle -- a ratty, rusty pickup -- that's a 5-speed, something I haven't dealt with for quite a few years. I was driving into a strange town, where the few signs were in Spanish, and it was raining. The road out of here is narrow, potholed, and grown close with trees and grasses. I couldn't figure out my may through town, and had to drive in circles a few times. There were few street signs. I finally got to the grocery store, but I think I drove the wrong way on a one-way street.

The town is like a little Mexican town. People opened businesses in their former living rooms, so it can be hard to tell which are stores and which are homes -- no zoning here, I guess. There are no parking lots, so parking is along the already narrow streets. Sometimes it is only one lane, and cars have to wait on each other. The grocery store is tiny, but has a surprisingly complete selection. The meat selection is sparse, and the produce is even sparser. I don't think the prices are any higher than in the states.

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