Walking up the street to the posada, I usually stop to see people dancing Zumba until ten in the evening. The windows of the studio sometimes steam from the hours, mostly women, spend working out.
Tonight,before I stopped to peek in, I noticed a mechanic, in uniform, arrive to assist a stranded driver, and I was reminded that I must begin compiling a list of: Things that would never happen in the US (unless, for example, a close family member works as a mechanic). Yes, there’s AAA, but this mechanic was offering far more than a gallon of gas, a tire change, or a battery charge.
He was working by flashlight. He was providing a great service.
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