One day, Salvador and I were discussing my going to Mexico. At some point, we got onto the topic of race. I was worried that I might receive unwanted attention in Mexico because I am white. He kept assuring me that no, no one would care that I am white. Experience has taught me different, but that is yet another story for another day.
I knew that his grandmother did not care for white people because of her very negative past experiences, so I did not believe him. She had also said some less than pleasant things about me being white (and American, and a non-Catholic) to him on the phone. So I asked him, “What about your grandmother? Won’t she dislike the way I look?”
“Oh no, Sarah,” he assured me. “She is fat just like you.”
“I wasn’t talking about being fat. We were talking about race, remember?”