Some of you might have heard that the greetings south of the
US are a little more friendly then us Americans are use to. A handshake
is always accompanied by a kiss on the cheek. This did not phase me when
I arrived to Mexico because it seemed to be only something done between women.
Flashback to my third week in Mexico.
We had to go and pay the rent lady. An event that I
fully expected to have no participation in because my Spanish was still quite
pathetic. However, small talk started up and she began to ask me the
classic questions like, where you from, how old are you, the usual. When
I mentioned that I only had three weeks in Mexico, her son, who had been
chill-in out on the couch, butted in the conversation saying that my Spanish was
really good for such little time. Turned out that he was fluent in
Spanish and English, so we began talking and I explained what we did as
missionaries and what not while my companion paid the rent.
Time came that he had to leave and he went to his mom and
kissed her on the cheek to say goodbye. My thoughts were, Oh thats so
sweet, he loves his mommy. But didnt think anything else of it.
Then he turned to my companion and I to say goodbye as well.
Another typical Mexico and below custom, you say goodbye to everyone in
the room individually. Sitting in my chair I reached out my hand with the
words Mucho Gusto about to come out, but as he shook my hand his face started
to move in closer as well. Thats when time started to move in slow
motion.
All I could remember was not being able to move (cuz I was
sitting in a huge chair) and thinking in my head, OH NO, OH NO, OH NO, WHATS
HAPPENING? WHAT DO I DO? IS THIS A SIN? I couldnt pull away because it
is EXTREMELY offensive if you dont shake hands or say goodbye to people.
And although it felt like it was in slow motion, it all happened so fast.
On the sidelines my companion was repeating over and over, NO NO NO! NO
PODEMOS! NO PODEMOS! But she was too late. He kissed my cheek.
Im still not sure if it was a sin or not ha ha. As a missionary
these things become so foreign to us. Not to mention he was about the
same age as me AND had some serious 5 o'clock shadow going on. The
sensation of that fuzz lingered on my cheek for sever minutes after he left.
Ever since then I have been very careful to stay away from
possible situations like that. It nearly happened again about a month
later.. but with a man quite significantly older... like in his 70s and who
weighed about four times me. No thank you.
What? You don't want to be bussed by a 70-year old man with a scruffy cheek? I had better alert silly ole Grandpa. You would think the black badge on your shirt would keep people at a sensible distance. I'm thinking that young man wanted to get a little too close.
ReplyDeleteLove it. One of Hadley's friends has a European dad and I just CANNOT get used to him kissing me on each cheek every time we say hello or goodbye. Can't do it. Never will get used to it. NOPE. And I'm not even a missionary.
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