Friday, March 09, 2012

doing the town

Today was a hard shoe day.

I needed to head off to Manzanillo for a few chores.  That means the Sunday-go-to-Meeting clothes come out of the chifforobe.

Mexicans tend to treat “going to town” in the same manner my grandmother did.  The city is no place to traipse about in shorts and sandals -- as if a remake of Ben-Hur was under way. 

So, out came the long pants and hard shoes.  Nice shoes.  Soft as moccasins.  As light as opera slippers.  Looking as if they are first cousins to the type of footwear you would find on lanes one through eight at the Bowl-Rite. 

To no one’s surprise, there is a story tucked in there somewhere.

I inherited the feet of the same grandmother who would dress to go to town.  Well, at least her foot genes.

They are not so much feet as they are blocks.  Short and square.  Finding size 8 EEE is a task.  At times, I feel as if I would be better off simply buying two shoe boxes.

When I moved down here, my favorite brown shoes were on their last feet.  Literally.  You could find more sole on a Lawrence Welk LP.  So, off I went to buy replacements because I had been told that finding shoes in my size in Mexico would be a quixotic quest.
Apparently my Cervantes moment came early.  I could find nothing in Oregon, either.  After three months of La Manchaing my way through stores.

Then I happened upon a pair of Eccos.  That fit.  And threatened to drain my wallet.  If it had not been for their comfortable fit, I would not have bought them.

They looked exactly like bowling shoes. I had just recently chided a friend of mine on the Salvation Army Advisory Board for wearing similar shoes.  And here I was a step away from signing up for the PBA tour.

They turned out to be a great buy.  For three years, they have been my “good” shoes.

But all “good” things come to an end.  They served their last serviceable days on the China tour.

When I stopped in The States on my way back to Mexico, I visited three shoe stores that stock Eccos to replace the dearly departed.  But it appeared the style I had initially hated and then learned to tolerate was no simply no more.

So, I replaced them with the shoes that so amiably accompanied me to Manzanillo today.
To steal another cinematic line.  I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.


Ewa Sierakowska Platt said...

 you came to Manzanillo and did not come to see me?!!!

Steve Cotton said...

Yikes. And I cannot think of one good reason. I knew I had put those nice clothes on for some purpose..

Ewa Sierakowska Platt said...

I guess I will just have to make your life miserable on the Guanajuato trip!

Steve Cotton said...

Life appears to be one great circle -- symbolized by a bus tire.

sparks said...

I can't say with the style of an ECO boot .... but in Tiawan (almost Formosa and almost China) they used to measure our feet with an outline on a piece of cardboard.  A day or two later we would have a copy of Navy issues with a beautuful shine.

I never wear anything but shorts and sandles to Manzanillo and haven't worn shoes for almost 2 years.  I do need a few new pairs of Tevas

Steve Cotton said...

I noticed today that most of the Mexicans were in shorts. But they appeared to be part of the tourist crowd. If I had worn my sandals, how could I have got my dear old granny into the tale?

Felipe Zapata said...

Eccos are great. I have a pair. Did you know that Mexico is a major shoe-manufacturing nation? We sell lots of shoes.

Felipe Zapata said...

I cannot imagine why you thought one must dress up to go to a Mexican beach town.

John Calypso said...

"You could find more sole on a Lawrence Welk LP." 

Good one hombre!

Steve Cotton said...

 I didn't know that.  If they make wide shoes, they must send them far away from here.  I have yet to find any.

Steve Cotton said...

 Thanks.  I rather liked it.

Steve Cotton said...

 Compared to Melaque, going to Manzanillo is like going to Paris.  OK, maybe Nice.