- Every time I take coins out, I had to study them closely, front and back, to make sure I'm choosing the correct ones. Just like my second graders last fall.
- Crossing the street is like my own, self-imposed, game of Frogger in which I take one step into the street, one step out of the street, two steps in, two steps out. Eventually a local crosses and I follow inexcusably close behind.
- I have botched so many greetings! Mexicans kiss on one cheek when they greet but sometimes, sometimes! they hug, too. I can't tell when. (Ellen, if you're reading this, this #gringamoment is dedicated to you.)
- I accidentally said "I pooped" when I meant to say "she (the new puppy) pooped"......
- I brazenly assumed La Corregidora (a revolutionary hero) and La Zacatecana (a local murderess) were the same person and wondered why the woman that worked at the Zacatecana museum was clueless about La Zacatecana's other house in La Plaza de las Armas. Turns out it was La Corregidora's house and the museum employee does, indeed, know her shit.
- I forget to disinfect my vegetables and then must do without.
- I forget my vegetables in their disinfectant bath for many hours when 15 minutes will suffice.
- I walk around in a tank top, skirt, and sandals and pass people in jeans, sweatshirts, and boots. I sweat a lot, they seem to be just fine.
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