We are amazed at what it is like to live in our new neighborhood. Beside the beautiful vignettes of daily life we see out the front window (we loved seeing this cat relaxing on a shelf above the garage of the neighbor across the street), it seems like everyone here knows, or at least knows of, everyone else in the neighborhood. Last night, Lynn walked up to a deposito (a non-chain, neighborhood convenience store–they call them depositos because everyone buys their beer and returns their empty bottles to stores like this) to return some bottles from other renters in our apartment. The guy working behind the counter asked to whom he should credit the bottles. Lynn told him, “the girls from Veracruz” and he knew exactly who Lynn was talking about even though they had been here only a month.
