Photo of the outside where I live |
My answer is no, not really.
I live in the city of Oaxaca. My feet are my favorite mode of transportation, and I go wherever I want. As I would anywhere in the world,
if it's very late, I take a cab home.
I've read about the Oaxaca Drug Cartel, and if I was a
member of a drug cartel, I know I'd be living a dangerous life, and it wouldn't
matter in what country I was living.
I live at the back of a garden on the top floor of a bungalow. |
Politics here is volatile. Unfortunately, Oaxacans sometimes settle their differences
with guns. But, it's a rare occurrence. If I try to get to the root of what
happened the answer given is usually, "It's political." It's against the law for foreigners to
get involved in Mexican politics.
Although my neighborhood is safe and quiet, the next neighborhood
over was, until this last year, full of drunks. I was getting a little worried because the drunks started
recognizing me as a neighbor, and tried to engage in conversation.
Their rowdiness,
and especially the garbage they were leaving around, was making the people in
that colonia angry. I don't know
what the people did, but there are no longer drunks lying on the side of the
sidewalk. What I do know is that
the municipal police got involved.
The colonia is now a pleasant place to walk through with
little shops selling snacks and groceries, children playing, mothers making
tacos to sell, and people like me walking to one of Oaxaca's major shopping malls,
Plaza de Valle. The shopping center is like any other
shopping center, modern, clean and offering a wide array of goods. Of course, the goods offered are not
exactly the same as is offered in Canada or the United States.
Some friends of mine have had their pockets picked. I haven't. I never carry more than I'm prepared to lose, with the
exception of the first of the month, which is when I make a trip to the ATM, and
I come straight home. It's a short
walk, in the middle of the day, through my safe neighborhood.
During the two and a half years I've lived her, one or two
foreigners have been murdered. But,
I think, they were involved in land or water disputes, which are also volatile
issues.
I have both Mexican and foreign friends, but all my friends
are very much like my friends back in Canada, law biding people who are not the
type to get into trouble.
I saw a dead guy seconds after he was shot, but that was in
the city of Chihuahua. I'll tell
the story soon. Stay tuned.
3 comments:
I love the pics of your sweet casita. Living in a pretty home is such a pleasure.
Hola Oreen
How we envy you!! Nice apartment, nice friends, nice weather, nice hikes, nice food, nice blog.
However, can't you just skip the dead guy? Or place a warning ahead?
Hi Debbie: Living here has a draw back, if one is looking for privacy. I'm part of the family, and Mexican families are a little more curious (nosy?) than Canadian families. I don't mind.
Sorry Peter and Barbara, I've already posted about the dead guy. Just skip that blog entry. :-)
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