Tuesday, September 28, 2010 Day 1 of Mushroom Farm

I had breakfast in the boutique hotel in San Miguel de Allende, and then showed a cab driver the address to the mushroom plant, and he had no idea where it was. So he called and then he was like ¨Ohhh! The mushroom factory, of course, everyone knows that!" I showed up and had to give ID to the guard, and I was greeted by the Controller, who lives in Mexico City and was a former auditor for EY, whose client was Corona! Bad Ass. He introduced me to the huge accounting team, who all had typical Spanish names that I would never remember. I set up my computer and made some selections. Everyone was super nice. It´s weird because the whole plant thinks I´m like the head hancho, and will drop everything they´re doing to answer my questions. Kind of awesome how much respect I command, because I get none in the US. They also ordered lunch for management (aka because I was there and they didn´t want me to get Montezuma´s Revenge), and we sat and talked. The management was all men because, well, it´s Mexico, where machismo still is the norm. The controller gave me a ride home because he lives close to my hotel, and he insisted that someone from the plant pick me up instead of taking a cab every day because he´d feel more comfortable that I´d be safe. Hmmm, sketchy? Oh well, like I care... sketchier the better. After all, I was the one who decided to come here despite the US Department of State Travel Warning to Mexico (and Deloitte has suspended all firm travel to Mexico).