The Village People, Part Uno

I'm suffering from dazed reentry syndrome.  I wake up in the morning with no clue where I am.  Instead of crashing ocean waves or the faint thud of drums from the Navy marching band in the distance, I'm waking to the roar of diesel engines building a new road a few blocks over.  Saturday while eating lunch, a woman came bounding across the patio at the local club yelling my name and I'm ashamed to admit I had no clue who she was.  It took me a few seconds.  I think I need a Lumosity subscription!

The village people here look very strange to me!  Not at all like the people I was used to seeing and hearing for a month.  No one calls us honeymooners when we walk down the street and asks me to come take a look.  No one says it's my turn now.

Here are some people you may recognize that I'm missing from my sometime January/February life. Let's just call them the village people.

The fish taco vendor in the zocalo.  We passed him at least 10 times a day since he was right across the street from our home away from home.

The balloon man.

The friendly tie dyed hipsters who cruised El Centro on foot most days.

This man with the sombreros who sells a bottle of rot gut tequila with tourists' pictures in the sombreros plastered on the front has never pestered me.  If memory serves me right, one time in the early years he caught a table of us at Fayne's partying and I insisted I was going to take his photo and charge him five dollars.  LOL

The women from Chiapas with their exotic village clothing.  Well, it looks pretty exotic to my eyes compared to the shorts and t-shirts everyone wears at home in Arizona!

This is not my best shot of Basket Man, but I swear he poses for me now everytime he sees me and my camera.  I was a distance away from him in the square and he turned, faced me, and gave me a knowing smile.  LOL  Anyone know his name?  Guess I'm not so anonymous afterall. 

Man with fish.  I bet if we ate breakfast at Bobo's in the morning everyday, I'd have a lot of these photos.  This is the first time I've caught a photo of a man walking through El Centro carrying a large fish.

Mariachis were out in full force this trip since it's high season.

  

I love that some local women still wear the traditional huipils.

I see this guy on the island every trip now.  Maybe the stalker is being stalked!

To be continued!  Now, back to reality.  Guess I'd better drag myself to the gym or pool and get back into the old routine! I'm hoping my cultural confusion clears in a few days!