Everyone has their ‘day’ in Mexico. Not just Mums and Dads. Teachers have their day too, although I’m lucky to get anything more than a slice of cake! Not that I’m complaining. I do like a bit of chocolate cake. November 12th is the special day for postmen and postwomen. I know this because of the bit of paper that got pushed under my door today.
Actually, it’s not simply a piece of paper. It’s an envelope. From Veronica, who is apparently our postwoman. She’s hoping for a little propina. In England we call that a ‘tip’. Egyptians say ‘baksheesh’. Scots say ‘not bloody likely ya wee rascal!’ I say, sure. Why not. All the postcards that I’ve been sending around the world made it to their final destination. And no mail we’ve been expecting has gone missing this year. I think. To top it all off, the Mexican postal service rebranded itself this year with a new pink, white and green livery which has brightened up their offices and motorcycles no end. I can part with 20 pesos, for dear Veronica.