Perfectionism

I realized something today while carrying my groceries back from my trusty local Wal-Mart supercenter here in Mexico City: Canadians are perfectionists. Yes this came to me as I mentally tore apart whoever build the sidewalks here. They are different shapes in different places... different levels constantly and in different states of disrepair or newness. But really, they get you where you need to go, without getting hit by a car. I was thankful for that, and then there in my path, parked on the sidewalk was a car! I have many thoughts like these every day, constantly comparing Canada and Mexico, trying desperatly to remember the phrasing "different" and not strange or wierd or crazy.

I went on a spider-killing rampage in my room the other day. I got three of them. I am suspicious that there are more, but have decided to allow the next few I find to live. As last night there was a fly buzzing around the room and I found myself praying for a spider's web to catch it so I didn't have to go trying to kill it. I could just imagine what my house mates would think that the Canadian is up to as they hear me standing on things and smacking the walls over and over again.

Yesterday I went to the Pantitlan cell church by myself. I think I posted about how the last time I went there I got lost. So this time I had someone from the host family meet me. They took me back too. Mexicans are very hospitable. The host family have a dog named Cobe and he is an overbearing chiuaua who likes me and I like him. However I was warned that once he starts liking people he might "lover" them. Yes, I too am scared to find out what that truly means. So Cobe is going to be keeping his distance for awhile.

I met a guy in my class today who is from Calgary. That brought back memories. We discussed the c-train and then laughed at how Mexicans believe we have finally hit winter because its 10 degrees outside!!!

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