So I went back to Irapitsburg last week and caught up with my old housewife friends...
Typical conversation with housewives of Irapuato:
"You guys are drinking now??!" I ask, surprised, to which they reply, "Well, it's after 12, and when you knew us before you only saw us at breakfast!"
"How much do you pay per slug?" asks D. out of the blue.
T. says, "you know what works the best? Beer traps!"
My interest perked immediately. "What are those?", I ask, "sounds interesting…what do you catch besides husbands?!"
"Slugs and snails, not males, u wanna catch a husband?" T. replies
Then D. continues to talk about how the white flies have made this foamy infestation on her plants in her garden.
Nice conversations over lunch wouldn't you say? Definitely conversations in the City of Broken Hearts do not go like this! Our conversations are more revolved around alcohol, cigarettes and who we partied with the night before. Actually I was complaining how at the beach there are no baptisms, no first communions, no weddings, no family reunions, I'm totally out of the social circles here. The only circles I'm in are Alcoholics Anonymous. No one has gardens, families or warm pots of soup stewing on the stove. Instead, we are alone, eat take out pizza leaning over the sink and have affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible!
I was driving in a car for the first time since I left Irapuato, and there it is a whole different ball game....you have to be on the constant lookout for mopeds, bicycles, street carts, honking taxis and buses that are weaving in and out of traffic, cutting you off, people are rushing, stressed out and honking at the lights...in Playa we do not have this kind of stress!
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