January 23, 2012. Playa Royale, Mexico. People Watching.

She was dressed for winter, wearing heavy jeans, boots and a long sleeved shirt.  In addition, she had a sweater over her arm.  Ken and I were sitting at the Market waiting for the trolley, wearing shorts and shirt and sandals.  She walked up and sat beside me.  We must have looked very odd, if anyone cared to look.  Obviously, she is native to Mexico and felt cold.

An older man held a conversation behind me, discussing the temperature  with a couple. They  just met on the trolley.  The 80 degrees came up and the man gave a short course on the difference between Celsius and Fahrenheit, although there was no request for the lecture.  He was a Canadian and pompously described the differences, as if the folks he was speaking to did not know already.  It was fascinating to hear the lecture go through temperature and distances and weights.  He never stopped to ask a question.  It was very unCanadian of him.  I kept silent but could have laughed out loud.   Before her finished his talk, the poor couple had to get off as they had reached their destination.

On the trolley ride home the sun was shining brightly, but it is winter here, so our favorite bus driver was wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt and of course, boots.  Half way home, he pulled his woolen vest out of his pack and put it on, all while driving the trolley.   He was cold while I was going home to sit on the balcony and eat sunset food, wearing my shorts.  People are funny.