decided yesterday to finally take a walk to the clothing stores
Decided to go for a walk yesterday, finally, to the clothing stores. This is already my second attempt, the first was unsuccessful, as, in fact, was the second. )) But let's take it in order.
Neither in Cancun nor in Mexico City could I find my size. NOWHERE. Hard to believe, right? I scoured every possible store there was on the main square, where locals usually shop. And I found NOTHING there. Everything here is designed mainly for locals, whose height ranges between 150-170 cm. I think a person who's 180 cm tall could still realistically find something for themselves, but if your height is like mine, then you need some alternative shopping routes. Looks like I'll have to order through an online store.
In one of the stores, I met a man named Luka. We got acquainted by chance, while I was talking to the salesperson, trying to explain to him in English (which he didn't understand) that I needed pants as long as "these" and as wide as "these." Luka decided to help me with the translation, since he's fluent in Spanish. And after the salesperson went off to look for my size, disappearing in an unknown direction, Luka asked me in English: "Where are you from?" I replied that I'm from Russia, after which we continued our conversation in Russian. As it turned out, he's also from Russia and has been living in Mexico for six years now. How strangely circumstances align, I thought.
He suggested I try my luck at Decathlon, and we headed there together. Along the way, he told me about various interesting Mexican nuances I didn't know about, gave me a little tour of the buildings we passed by, watching them from the second floor of the Metrobus from the front seats. There was the international stock exchange, the central bank, and others. He also said that downtown, as a rule, mostly the poorer population gathers, while the wealthier live in other areas, like the one we were heading to now — the north of the city. It must be something like Moscow's Rublyovka. Now I understand — there really are white people in Mexico, they just don't hang out in the city center. And there are Russians too — as we walked to Decathlon, Russian speech could be heard from time to time.
At Decathlon itself, I found a brilliant pair of pants for myself. Everything just as I wanted — not jeans, with pockets on the thighs just above the knees (it's convenient, you can put a wallet there, for example, a video camera, I love those extra pockets). But... the size didn't fit. Annoying. The length was what I needed, but for that I'd have to be a size thicker, maybe even two. Oh well.. )) No big deal, I guess it wasn't meant to be.
After Decathlon, Luka advised me, as a Russian with a standout appearance and build compared to the local population, to try my hand at being an extra, that is, in movies. He said that people with European features earn relatively well here doing that. And, oddly enough, he even has the contact of a woman who organizes all of it.
Has anyone heard of such a thing in Mexico? Or, perhaps, in other countries?
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