My house contains a soccer field – no kidding.
Life in my neighbor, Col. Santa Maria la Ribera, never seizes to amaze me; well really life in México: The real and surreal often side by side and inside one another.
Everyone knows that this county is just obsessed with soccer. I sit on my balcony and watch the park across the street, full of people walking their dogs, riding their bikes, jogging and kicking a soccer ball around. Almost everyday I see this one kid running home from high school, not to watch TV but to get his soccer ball so he can kick it around!
Kids don’t play catch here with a football like I see in Dallas but they do kick the soccer ball to each other or use their heads to bounce the soccer ball back and fourth.
Though my park across the street, Alameda Santa Maria, is lovely, there are no large empty spaces to use as a playing field. The park has too many trees, bushes, fountains, a BIG Moorish Kiosk in the middle of the park and too lots of walkways: really my park is a park to leisurely walk or sit and watch people.
I have often wondered, what a shame that my hood does not have a soccer field for the kids. BOY was I wrong.
Almost weekly I pass by these two houses on Salvador Diaz Miron #’s 80 and 84. They look like normal old houses but they are not, they are merely facades. The houses that were once homes is now a soccer field, no kidding. Today I passed by the houses and the door and windows were open and I could see inside: No rooms or furniture, but a SOCCER FIELD!
The facades of the homes liked nice and I could only wonder about the homes in my area: How many other homes in my neighborhood are not homes at all? Oh well, Welcome to Mexico.
Picture of the houses I pass weekly – doors and windows were open today.
AND this is WHAT I saw – a soccer field! LOL
