Striding Unfamiliar Streets

When we step into new places we step with feet shaped by our familiar spaces and places. Our eyes, at first, see only variations on the scenes of our homeland.

Striding unfamiliar streets

I step out of our rented casa in central Mexico onto cobblestone streets. Rough cobblestone, black rocks of all shapes jammed into hard soil, rutted by decades or centuries of travelers. I was here for days before my ankles no longer protested the sidewise wobbles on every step.

Looking for a running route, I see none of what welcomes me back home on the west coast of Canada. No flat spacious sidewalks, no groomed trails. Sidewalks, when they exist here at all, are narrow, sloped this way and that, ending without warning or blocked by power poles and window ledges from the pueblo walls that line every street. Steps might be six inches high, a foot high, five inches wide, two feet wide. Utility boxes set in the stone may be covered, or not.

Scouting for terrain with at least modest predictability, I find some curious looping streets nearby via Google Maps. My wife and I check it out: a kilometre or so of curving crescents that look right out of an American or Canadian suburb. Except there is only one house – a miniature Mexican ‘campo’ on this road to nowhere. A failed real estate project, perhaps?

And those flat concrete sidewalks are interrupted, even here, by signposts that could just as easily be set back, out of the way. The concept of universal accessibility is clearly foreign to the sign installers.

What does litter mean?

Is it safe, we wonder? Across a small ravine littered with food wrappers, diapers, plastic bags and other miscellaneous trash sits a mish-mash of tin roofed homes, all jammed together. Metal rebar protrudes from brick and concrete walls. Dirt paths criss-cross the neglected ditch and I wonder who would feel safe enough to use those paths.

Casas strung along the edge of the ravine.

The scene brings to mind derelict shantytowns, or demolition sites. But Mexican eyes may see it differently. Here where mortgages are virtually non-existent, homes are often built brick by brick, room by room, story by story when time and money allow. A slow progress. Multi-generational houses, built over generations.

On the narrow walk in front of some homes, women splash sudsy water and scrub the stone. A man is out on the cobblestone in front of his house, sweeping up the grit.

Last night, just on a whim, I looked up the per capita murder rate for this Mexican state. It’s about 1/3 of the rate in Orlando, home of the squeaky clean Disney World.

Dogs. Off leash. On their own. And uninterested.

I set out on my first run the next morning, my sea-level lungs quickly burning in the high altitude. I scan for stray dogs, needlessly as it turns out. There is a constant chorus of barking from the casas nearby but the street dogs don’t have the energy for that nonsense. They lay in the morning sun or amble slowly by. A gringo runner is of no interest to them.

And that littered ravine? Nicely dressed and groomed women and children walk down into it and up the other side, taking short cuts to jobs and school. They talk as they walk, unhurried. Family counts here, in visible ways. In the morning and at night, the clusters of walkers on the streets are, as often as not, multi-generational family groups.

Morning on the modern sidewalk to nowhere.

I run my pre-planned loop once and then again, sharing “Buenos dias” and nods with passers-by. I am beginning to see this terrain differently but the challenge of understanding a culture is significant. Last night we watched the documentary film ‘Gringolandia’ and I recall the American interviewee who said, after 30 years of living in Mexico, that she still didn’t feel a part of the culture.

Building with what is available. Plastic crates. Wire. Old iron bars. Bricks. Tin.

In my weeks here I won’t get far. But perhaps I will make small steps towards a deeper understanding.

There is always, I have learned, mañana.

 

Photo Credits

All photos by Lorne Daniel – All Rights Reserved

First Posted At rethink urban

 


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