The mouse ran up the clock. Well, unless he were a Mexican mouse, then he would have likely gamboled up instead as time is viewed very differently here than up North.
The crux of the matter is that if for as far back in your family tree as you can go, folks were conquered that effects your world view. What’s a future, if your owner can end your life today? The aftermath of this world view effects present day San Miguel in a multiple of manners.
If I made enough money on a morning tour to survive the day, why do an afternoon tour? To what end? For a tomorrow that may never come? Better to spend the rest of the day with my family and friends enjoying the here and now.
Mexico is not a 401K society. Why squirrel away pesos in a bank like Scrooge McDuck when, one day, the peso may plummet and your savings is valueless. You should have using that money over the years to have fiestas for saints and Virgins that provided you the fun time today.
Always remember the present if a present for the moment. If I’m going to meet you at specific time for lunch and run into Tallulah Bankhead on my way, I’m going to stop and chat her up. Not just because she’s been dead since I was baby and that’s a neat trick to show up on the street today, but because she’s in front of me in the moment. Nothing is more important. My lunch with you is some future, nebulous time that may never arrive but Tallulah is in the here and now where my focus should be.
Speaking of lunch, at any event that involves food we foreigners are the royalty of dine and dash. If we must, we’ll dawdle for a bit at the start of party provided the booze is flowing. But once we’ve eaten, we’re off.
Mexicans can spend hours after a meal around the table chatting, perhaps dancing. I learned early on to never be the first to leave the fiesta. Even if exhausted I’ll wait until some Mexicans have already left before timing my departure knowing the next day my host or hostess will give me flack for only being at a party for eight hours.
I’ve been called after leaving a party to please come back. (I left to let the dog out after being gone all day.) I know I’m not in vogue for my sparkling wit or devastating physical perfection, but rather my ability to dance with gals from 8 to 80 making any lad an in-demand party guest. And, yes, I went back and continued having a blast!
Travel time was one the hardest concepts for me to get use it. I adore visiting the States and finding myself in a rental car where I can both warm my arse and cool my face at the same time secure in the knowledge a 15 mile trip will take me about 15 minutes. Here a 15 mile trip may take an hour, or an entire day, who is to know? Travel in Mexico always comes with a sense of adventure and a prodigious amount of time. Nearly every day trip I take requiring dancing in far flung town requires leaving and returning in the wee hours of the morning. No matter how much is consumed in transit, we’ll stop for every meal even if only at a roadside vendor and spend hours there enjoying fried rabbit legs and gas fumes. Buen provecho!
To recap, the clock may strike one but if your mouse is Mexican that means little to nothing. The focus is on his trip up the clock, what other rodents he meets along the way and to have a party or two in the process!