Its 10:45pm here in Mexico City and my partner in crime is still outside working away. He and my father inlaw started their day at 7:00 am. Today there wasn't time for breakfast. They didn't come in for a lunch break, but I am hoping they ate the food we took them. Tonight around 8:00pm I made tortas and was on my way out to drop them off with them, and another trailer pulled up. I sucessfully shoved one whole bite in hubbys mouth before he returned to working.
"Just take the food inside, there won't be time to eat it anytime soon" he tells me wearily. "Thanks though mamita" he manages with a tired attempt at a smile.
I love living here. I love getting to know my inlaws. I love learning a new language.
I don't love the man working 16 hours of hard, physical labor for 600- 700 pesos. That is approx 43 - 50 US dollars. We made 3 times that in a 6-7 hour shift waiting tables in the states. And waiting tables is easy. And not even that great of a job! Compared to this though?
Ah, here he comes. Just shy of 11 pm .
Sigh. The choices we make in life.