Walking the cobblestone streets can be challenging, but great for building good balance and strong ankles. I challenge even the best multi-tasking adolescent, my niece included (and she's good) to text while navigating the streets of San Miguel. No surprise, I've been late a time or two, to a class or event, and running down the street nearly killed me. A 30 minute walk to my pottery class gives me an opportunity to play the game of trying to select a flat stone for each and every step, or counting how many flat stones I can step on in a row, before I mistakenly step on an ankle-twister. One thing is for sure Robert Sweetgall would be happy - I'm getting in my 10,000 steps a day.
I learned early on that taking the bus, although not popular with the Gringos, is really the way to go, if you have half a day to kill. It cost 5 pesos to go to any destination in the San Miguel. Go anywhere in the world and I guarantee, you'll see the greatest slice of life by taking the bus.
I've almost missed the bus to the market on a few occasions, because the bus stop in el Centro is always so full of excitement. People watching is terrific and I just find watching people, watch people so entertaining - people begging, street food being prepared, fruit being sold, school children coming and going, people getting home from work are all part of the experience. Amazing!
So quick story: Last week, I took a taxi to the edge of town, to go to the huge tianquis (flea market) known locally as the Tuesday Market. Hundreds of Mexicans were there, buying and selling anything and everything (more about this fun market soon). When I entered the bus to get back into town, it was packed - standing room only. I looked around, trying to take-in the vibe of the bus. I found myself wondering if Mexican men ever give-up their seat on a bus to an older woman, especially older exhausted women who bought too much at the market (it was the end of a long day and I could have used a seat). Looking side-to-side, I saw I was the only gringo on the bus.
As more and more people packed onto the bus, I found myself being pushed farther and farther back, still standing uncomfortably, with all my purchases, in the center isle. As I inched, I became more aware that I was nearing the back of the bus and might run out of room. That was when I turned and saw Gloria Steinem, sitting there, by herself, riding in the back of a bus, in the middle of Mexico. I knew she was coming for a writer's conference in February, but never expected to see her. As I turned, and OK, I admit it - starred at her, she smiled slightly, as if to say, "we are sharing this moment, you and I, and it's pretty #%*%@* incredible."
Later, after she got off, I chucked to myself - for I actually thought about men (Mexican or otherwise) giving up their seat on a bus to a woman, in the presence of Gloria Steinem.
So my take home message? Take to bus when visiting San Miguel, and stand proudly in the center isle. Stay tuned.