No nos llaman ¨cafe con leche¨

i can´t really tell you how many times someone has screamed or muttered under their breath that phrase to chuya and i.  But it has happened alot and each time I´m kind of in a plane of disbelief that someone really referred to my steady and I as a beverage.  But i guess i´ve been called alot worse.

Today it happened again...this time at the rez de San Felipe.  We went to the laundromat to enjoy the nostalgic beauty of washing our dirties.  The laundromat overlooks this huge construction project to renovate the plaza in the rez.  I guess usually don´t go up to the second floor of that commercial plaza so I´ve never seen the construction workers on the site because a huge fense blocks your view of what they are doing.  But yeah this time we did and honestly it could have been a scene from an 80s movie...a bad one... because I would say that a full assault of whistles, hisses, yelps and all sorts of cat calling by at least 30 guys in orange construction hats and vests assailed us.

We ignored them but I just felt really angry and annoyed that these guys were all up in our space like that.  So i think next time I have to think of something witty to say en vez de ¨tu madre¨...which i did not say but wanted to say really bad.