The Street is Your Thrift Store

What I love about Mexico is that whatever old thing you want to get rid of, you just put on the curb and within half an hour someone will show up with a big smile on their face grateful to take it home!  My good friend MO used to throw her old clothes over the wall of her house, I'd drive by sometimes and see bras and panties being hurled over the wall into the street, within minutes someone would come along on a bicycle cart and pick them up.  One person's garbage is another one's treasure!

MO used to have this dog who lived in her courtyard but the owners didn't really take care of him, and it would bite the heels of anyone who came to visit her (this was a good thing for those creepy doctors who would come to her house to check her blood pressure!).  She had such a sense of humor, she would give her old clothes to him to drag around the yard and tear up. One day she decided that it needed to live in the country, so her and a friend took it out and left it on a country farm.  I fully expected a Seinfeld episode to emerge, where the dog keeps a part of her ripped pajamas and returns the next day!

She used to bake me her famous pumpkin cake, she would tell me that she doesn't know the temperature, she just cooks it til she smells it, because in Mexico we don't have temperatures on the ovens.  Life is so simple here!