We’ve been here a week now and have yet to see another gringo. I swear—not one. For me, that’s really the beauty of living in Mexico during the summers. Every local that we talk with asks, “Vive Aquí?” Do you live here? A much different question than, “Where are you from?”
Even the beach hustlers treat you differently in the summer. They just come up and talk and don’t push anything on you because they know you must be local. Talking to one guy today he told me how much he loves this time of year—despite the fact that he can hardly earn a living—he says the beaches are clean, no crowds, and in another month the weather is perfect. Perfect by local standards, still a little hot and humid for us gringos I’m sure, but it’s still nice to know that we’re only a month away from some cooling down.
The market is two blocks away from us and is a fun place to walk around with the kids. The market itself is 114 years old, and many of the stalls—and especially the upstairs restaurants—look like they’ve been here that long as well. And I keep harping on it, but really, walking around in there this time of year is so much more enjoyable because we are the only gringos. Mexicans are friendly with us visitors any time of year, but in the summer it’s just a different vibe. It’s friendliness with a hint of respect. And I mean that in the least pompous way possible. I just don’t know exactly how to describe the difference, it’s just there.