Escape from Gringolandia
In Guada's Cathedral District, or Zona Centro, faces of the small scattered gringo population appear only once every 2 or 3 days. I hate the name 'gringo', though my fellow ex-pats say it means nothing bad; that it isn't 'wetta' or anything like that. Gringo is all of us occidentals not of the Latino tierra, but of stiff hectic gringolandia.
When we gringos pass eachother on the streets, even if we are in groups with or with out other gringos, we notice eachother, but make no acknowledgment. Perhaps we do this because we are not sure why the other has left home to come here. Perhaps it is because they don't want anything to do with gringolandia anymore and don't want to be bothered. Maybe they suspect that you yourself have escaped something and are in hiding (a convict, a draft dogger, etc). Maybe it is because you yourself have escaped an abstract, and you haven't discussed it with yourself yet. Maybe it is because you have had your fill of gringos here already, and if anyone is to be accepted into your mutual friends portfolio, it will be a mexicano or a mexicana. You are just plain gringoed out, and nothing is going to be accomplished in Mexico by knowing them.
I for one am gringoed out. I love teaching my classes, because I feel like I am at last one of Mexico. After this month, I don't know what I might do with myself, but get deeper into them.