I've lived and travelled in Mexico long enough now that not much surprises or shocks me. But every so often, I do see something that just screams DIFFERENT CULTURE to me. Not necessarily in a bad way, more in a would-you-look-at-that kind of way. Case in point.
I was standing on our balcony at a downtown hotel in La Crucecita, Oaxaca at about 6:30 AM one morning. I heard a truck tailgate open and looked down. What did I see but somebody's dinner waiting to be served. Just lying there in all its' glory in the back of that dirty, blood encrusted truck bed.
It didn't take long for the owner of this truck to lift this beef hindquarter out, heft it onto his shoulder and deliver it to his waiting customer. From his direction, I think he was probably taking it to the local market, just a few doors down.
I thought I was the only one who found this interesting or maybe out of the ordinary. Guess not. When this woman saw him, she screamed and jumped closer to the security of her man.
Really, it wasn't all that scary.