We more or less live a middle class Mexican life. Last month when No Tech refused to accept the automatic deposit of Husband’s pension we found out just how little we can live on. I won’t bore you with our new improved credit union’s many shortcomings but suffice to say when we inquired into the matter, their response was essentially require that we ourselves research the problem. Your Spanish phrase for the day “Me dan mal genio”.
Since the demise of the Volvo, our shopping habits have changed. It’s been two years since I wrote Mi Dispensa where I told about my changing attitude towards maintaining a well stocked pantry. One of my friends is of the opinion that you either have to speak Spanish or have money to live well here. Ideally, you have both the language skills and the financial wherewithal. Luckily for us, we both speak Spanish since we are financial refugees from California. I’m happy that we live here, I have an amazing life which I wouldn’t have imagined possible if we had stayed NOB.
Getting back to the topic at hand. About a month ago,passing a package of sweets, I unconsciously popped a honey candy into my mouth. Realizing that I really didn’t want it, I immediately spit it out, along with one of my crowns.
There is a dental clinic literally two houses away from us. Rather than take a taxi to our regular English speaking dentist I opted to walk across the street instead. The nice young man glued my crown for $150 mxn. A tenth of what it would cost NOB. He told me that I probably would need to replace the crown eventually. His charge for a new crown is $1500mxn half what two of the popular English speaking dentists in town charge.
His office is Spartan, it’s 3 rooms located in his sister’s house. He has a small waiting room with the obligatory t.v. blaring adorned with his diploma and not much else. The consultorio seems larger than it is due to the sparseness of it’s furnishings. A white student style metal desk, two chairs and his dental equipment barely fill the room. The only touch of color are the orange melamine cabinets in the corner. His father was a dental technician. He has inherited the equipment, so he manufactures his own crowns and prostheses in the third room. In contrast, the other two dentists have elegant offices, amazing high tech equipment and fluent English. I don’t have complicated dental needs, just the occasional cleaning and a replacement crown sometime in the future, I’ll just keep walking across the street and practicing my Spanish.