First, I spent 45 minutes apparently walking in the wrong direction, looking for a mototaxi…eventually, I gave up & got in a taxi. Before I got in, I gave the driver the names of the cross streets I needed & asked if he knew where the street was. he said he did, but it turns out he didn’t. We got to the neighborhood & drove all around with him pulling over & asking a dozen different people where this street was. Finally, I recognized where I was & pointed to the correct street. At least I DID eventually get there, but I only caught the last 10 minutes of the service.
I was told by a missionary, who has lived here for about 20 years, that “Mexicans will tell you what you want to hear & not consider it lying. It is a different culture here.”
I don’t get that, seriously… I responded by saying, “Americans do that too, people here & there might be accepting of it, but it is still the opposite of telling the truth.”
The taxi drivers & mototaxi drivers have gotten lost SO many times now (AFTER telling me that they knew where the address was), that I’ve stopped asking them if they know where an address is.
Please, continue praying for my safety...as I'm traveling alone, with these male drivers...& getting lost too often...& having no idea where I am...
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