City of Dangerous Women
San Miguel is full of women supplied with weapons.
Pass through any mercado, any street corner near a public plaza, and chances are good a woman will be stationed nearby with a stand or a bucket of street food. Order some roasted corn or fresh fruit, and a dark-eyed woman supplied with a knife sharp enough to separate your current thought from your next one will serve it up. Getting some pollo rostizado involves having a woman expertly wield a roasting fork that could double as a spear and a chopped-down machete with a handle wrapped securely in duct tape. Egad. The one thing that should never happen here is a female uprising…
Tails Out of School
I have never been one to really get into the schoolgirl fetish, but I’ve known my share of folks who can’t really party down without a plaid mini-skirt and knee socks. For whatever arcane reason, San Miguel seems to be home to the sexiest school girls on the planet. You can be shopping in town some place, and then 2:30 arrives, and suddenly the streets have turned into some dirty old man’s wet dream. Uniformed girls in knee socks with make up jobs belonging to someone 5-10 years older flood the streets, touching up their hair and bopping along to the bus stop. Dang, it’s ridiculous.
