Lots going on here “down under” (at least “under” Texas and that now infamous border). Got some good posts lined up.
Yet today I want to relate a couple of experiences from this past weekend.
A friend of mine from Phoenix flew down to hang out here in Chapala for the early part of last week and then the two of us flew down to Mexico City. Mainly for some music–we went to see Muse (us and about 80,000 of our closest Mexican friends.) Wonderful show, I might add–the best I’ve seen in my life, and I don’t think that’s recency bias speaking.
That was Thursday night. On the rest of the weekend, we explored Mexico City. On Thursday and Friday we used Uber to get us around town.
Then on Saturday we decided to try the Metro system, which features buses with specified traffic lanes and a modern subway.
We walked down to the nearest station and of course we needed tickets. No human interface though, just several machines that looked easy enough to negotiate. However, we just couldn’t do it. Our credit cards didn’t work; feeding in pesos didn’t work; and watching the locals use the machine didn’t seem to explain it either.
So we slunk down out of the way to decide what to do.
And began asking what we considered to be likely suspects if they spoke English.
Sure enough, one man offered to help. And did he ever. Up to the machine we went. He tried to get us tickets too, and couldn’t. But then out of his wallet he pulled a specialized transit card and asked how many trips we needed (at 5 pesos a trip). We gave him a 20 peso bill and he loaded the transit card with the money and gave us the card.
We were bowled over. Such a kind act.
Then, once we were downtown, we needed to switch from the bus to the subway.
And once again, a lovely young lady stepped in to help two, ummmm, mature gentlemen (???) negotiate buy a ticket and then actually using it. To boot, she guided us right to the correct platform and showed us exactly where to stand to get the train.
Another kind act by a seemingly random stranger.
When I asked my friend what were the highlights of the trip to Mexico City for him, he replied with those two acts of kindness without a moment’s hesitation.
We had seen Muse; we had seen one of Rodin’s sculptures of both the Thinker and the Four Gates of Hell. We had eaten some amazing food. We had taken in vibrant lively art and music. Yet, it was those two moments of human interaction that was the highlight for us both.