Being judgemental about people, places, ideas or things is not a good thing. Trust me, it isn't. Wait a minute. They, the Mexican people, not only have a long and proud history, they have a fantastic future and they don't need you to tell them how to do things the American or Canadian way. Presumably you came to Mexico to enjoy the excitement and adventure of living in a foreign culture.
Fear of intimacy is another mental health bugaboo.
I'm not talking about that kind of intimacy even though it probably wouldn't hurt some of my fellow expatriates to address that issue head on. I'm referring to the fear of touching, hugging, kissing, embracing, closeness, nearness and togetherness that appears to commandeer the mind, clutch at the heart and stifle the soul of far too many who come here. You can identify them at a hundred paces. Grim faced, pinched mouthed, pacing in tight, stingy measured steps, you know these are the hugless, kissless and embraceless, emotionally deprived, shadow people of Ajijic. I make it my practice to hug or get hugged, kiss or get kissed, touch or be touched and shower or be showered with terms of endearment every hour upon every waking hour.