- The great people that I have worked with for the last twelve years. I'm not going to attempt a list of names, because I'm sure I'll leave someone important off the list.
- Tacos al pastor from just about any street corner. The best food in Mexico is not in the expensive restaurants, it's on the street corner!!
- The cool weather. I don't have to get up at 6:00 am on Saturday to run or ride my bike.
- Riding my bike in the mountains. We actually live in a small canyon at an elevation of about 7,700 feet. I don't climb mountains, but there are plenty of 500-yard to 1.5-mile hills that challenge this old body.
- Susana's tacos dorados and her enchiladas. (Susana was the maid that prepared my meals until Susan moved here in 2007.)
- The abrazo greeting of my male friends, and the kiss-on-the cheek greeting of my female friends (without fear of a sexual harassment lawsuit).
- The beautiful views of the volcanoes that are east of the city.
- The traffic. True story: Ashley flew almost 700 miles from Houston in less time than it took Susan and I to drive the 16 miles from our home to the airport.
- Neighbors who think it is OK to play music so loudly that you can hear it for several blocks, and to keep it at this volume level until 4:00 a.m.
- The general culture of exploitation. The wealthy take advantage of the poor; the poor have no problem in taking what they can from the rich, etc.
- The idea that being courteous means addressing others as 'usted' and not 'tu', while not really caring about others. (See the point about loud music above.)
- The air pollution that makes the views of the volcanoes a rare occurrence.