When we first moved to Puerto Vallarta, I was afraid to go to the nearby supermarket, Leys, because, well, it appeared so Mexican. I much preferred to go to the corner stalls. While they were still Mexican, there was usually just one person in them so I would not be too embarrassed asking for something with my scant knowledge of Spanish. Or I could shop at Walmart, Costco and Home Depot, but that did not seem entirely fair, because they were not local and were a taxi ride away.
Leys is so big and brash it terrified me. I stood . . .
