The ladies were making tortillas. The dough is put in the hopper and by the time the tortillas come out to be stacked they are cooked and ready to sell. These look good and Kent and I will have to patronize this shop.
Many of the shops remind me of how things were done in China. It doesn't take much to run a business, maybe 12 X 12 feet and a door that you can close at night. Or just a place on the street.
Students here are almost invariably cheerful and agreeable. I don't think I've run across a sullen teenager yet.
We must go and eat at this cocina economica. Mostly these are run by housewives and patronized by workers and residents who are nearby. The food is often good and reasonably priced. Sometimes they simply open the front of their homes and their living room is the place for the diners.
When I took this picture, I thought I'd been given permission. I think I had but the gentleman coming toward me wanted to know how I'd use it. I told him we'd been living in Merida and would soon be leaving and I wanted a remembrance of places in the city. Then he told the fellow in the back to sweep up and make it pretty for my pictures. They were sympathetic that I would have to return to snow and cold. Actually, this garage is quite tidy and clean compared to many. I'd be happy to have these men work on our car.
They didn't have lime paletas last night and Kent was forced to take a strawberry one. It is difficult to recommend these enough. They are delicious.
Kent was doing his favorite thing and I'm doing mine. The tape on windows is left over from a hurricane that hit a couple of years ago. There was almost no damage done, except for the leftover ugliness of the tape.
