Nose to the ground, north of the tracks, back on his feet...
(Where your blogmeister has an intimate encounter with La Tierra Mexicana.)
On the way back from getting a gas cylinder filled at Global Gas, we stopped in Tzuru just before the pollos asados al carbón place. I checked out the attractive watermelons nearby. The prices for them seemed high (I don't know, is 50 pesos a lot for a small one?) I decided not to buy any, thanked the man for the generous sample, and walked away.
Suddenly, the ground rose rapidly to meet me.
BAM! I hit the ground, my nose the impact point. I lay there a moment or two, assessing the damage. Susie came over and the watermelon man gave me a wad of clean toilet paper to stanch the copious bleeding. Mi sangre mezcló con el Polvo de Tzurumútaro.
I then went to the car, where I reclined, pressing a couple of wads of paper against my nose. After a little while, the bleeding stopped. There isn't much pain. I guess nothing is broken, gracias a Dios.
We went ahead and bought a chicken and a bag of ice to help if there's any swelling.
Once home, I cleaned up and changed clothes. Took a couple of Ibuprofen for starters. I don't think I'll need medical attention. (For a change!)
It was nowhere near as bad as the fall I took near Don Chucho's store in 2006. My appetite is unimpaired, and we're about to tuck into the great Tzurumútaro pollo asado al carbón.
I can't decide if I want a Tequila or a beer with it. Maybe both?
Later...
The pollo asado never tasted better. We ate the whole frickin' chicken. The salsa roja supplied by the roasters was unnecessary The accompanying slaw-like cabbage was clean and zesty.
Maybe this is a new technique for enjoying one's food to the max; something like burning down a house to roast a pig.
I had a beer, 2 more ibuprofen and a lie-down. Next, the ice pack.
Nose on the rocks, anyone?
4 comments:
You may have found a new method for cleansing the palate -- though, I suspect that the sight of seeing groups of expatriates falling on their faces before dining would simply add more proof for our Mexican friends that we have some rather odd customs.
Falling is so easy here. Glad nothing was broken.
I have never bought a watermelon here because I don´t like watermelon. Even so, 50 pesos sounds steep, but who knows? I would ask my wife, but she is downstairs asleep.
A case of the dropsies - but why
You geting old?
Yes, Sparks; getting old. Consider the alternative.
Saludos,
Mike
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