PDA

In college, a friend introduced me to idea of the PDA Police. Girl, if you're reading this, I am losing hope of their existence. Or maybe they're just working overtime in the States.

We walked around downtown Monterrey on Saturday. Take all the following factors into account and you can picture the amount of PDA that we were accosted with:

1. It's more accepted here. Couples smooching in the most random places out in the open. Take for example, that on our drive into downtown there was a couple in a grassy area near the highway. Hello! Cars. Exhaust. The world passing by.

2. It's been raining pretty steadily for the last few weekends. Prior to that, it had been pretty toasty. Monterrey has been known to get up into the 100s during the summer months. This was the first nice weekend in a while. Butterflies everywhere. Slight breeze. High 80s. Lovely day...for smooching.

3. The rules of engagement are still a little more strict overall. That is, people still "introduce" their significant others to their parents in a more formal manner. But on the flip side, I think it makes people get a little crazy. Kinda like those folks that let all their business hang out when they travel somewhere. Like, "She's mine and its alright to get smoochy smoochy up in this park with families two steps away."

Nope. I don't want to see other people smoochy smoochy. I looked away when my brother kissed his bride at the altar. Then again, that may have more to do with the fact that it was my brother. Blech.

I saw couples kissing at pay phones.

Waiting in line in front of McDonald's. (The lines at fast food joints may be another post entirely.)

At an open concert...with a thrasher metal band performing. Kissing with the roar of a long-haired angry man in the background is always romantic.

In the crowd, waiting for the final countown for the world's longest sausage. Yes, Monterrey, Mexico has now broken Japan's record. Nothing like the smell of Ponderosa sausage to bring out the love. I'm leaving that thought where it is. Right there. Thank you Guiness.

In front of one of the main fountains with statues of Poseidon and all his water nymphs in all their nakedness.

In front of pretty much every fountain.

In front of the Ministry building and that of the state Congress.

THEN....if all this wasn't bad enough...

SUNDAY MORNING...

I sat behind a couple in church. Homegirl was hugging, leaning, whispering to, massaging, and practically sitting in her husband's lap. That goes REAL well with the message: "Todos Somos Ministros" ("We Are All Ministers") I can tell you, the distraction in front of me was NOT ministering to me.

As a side note, we were visiting a neighboring church in the city. I hope that the most extreme display of PDA I see at ours will be church massage. I don't like it, but I can handle it without gagging.

I say ALL of this with one disclaimer. I don't mind displays of affection. I'm a touchy feely person with family and friends. At least, I try to be. But COME ON!!! Suck face in your own place.

I should make a t-shirt...translation anyone?

Those are mis pensamientos (my thoughts) for the day.