The bathroom incident
Women line one street, cradling live chickens or hefting turkeys under their arms, waiting for buyers. On another street, women sell dried squash seeds and beans and corn and roasted peanuts. All around the square and inside the market building, vendors hawk bread and pastry, chocolate, meat, piles of peppers and tomatoes and onions. It’s Thursday, market day in Zaachila, a town about 12 miles from where we are staying in Oaxaca. It’s colorful, exotic, exciting. I don’t take pictures
I stand in line at the WC (2 pesos and you get a good amount of toilet paper to take into your stall). The ladies in line are mostly vendors wearing their aprons, braids down their backs. There’s no blending in for me in jeans and sneakers and straw hat and even at just 5′ 4″ more than a head taller than most of the women in line.
My oddness becomes even more clear when the tiny lady behind me taps me and in Spanish says, more or less, “This is for women.”
I turn and said, “Soy una mujer.” I am a woman.
The expression for utter embarrassment is universal. She cringes and looks horrified, and then giggles. All the women in line including me start laughing. I let her go ahead of me so she can get out of there, but I bet she’s going to be teased for awhile.
A quiet tomb
Above the market in Zaachila and behind the church is a small archaeological site–two Zapotec/Mixtec tombs. The only visitors while we are there were some policemen who come up to sit on benches under a tree to eat their lunch, and some girls in school uniforms who look like they were dodging grownups. If you click on any image, it will enlarge.
The solution to these problems is simple. All bathrooms should have ancient bas-reliefs of genitalia on the doors, all women should wear pudenda pendants and all men should wear penis bolero ties. Do you think setting up a craft workshop in a village to produce these things would create a decent income for an ex-pat, Pat?
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That is a memorable post, Pat, very entertaining and intriguing. I blew the pictures up, making that “key” even bigger. So good to see those details.
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I really enjoy the stories and photos, keep um coming.
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Funny stuff! Love it all- especially your closing, ha.
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Very interesting,Pat. I need to read more of you blog. I am guilty of forgetting it’s there. BTW, be careful when you speak Spanish. Peine means comb – pene means penis. If you ask a waiter for a cola you are really asking for a tail, though he’ll likely know what you mean. Later, Tom
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Whew, good thing I don’t drink cola! Asking for cerveza is unconfusing. Or a little vino tinto.
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