Outside Reading - Week 6, Post A

One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

In this week's reading, I noticed that the Mexican culture differs from the Americans through modes of transportation. In Mexico, transportation is much less advanced than in America, and there are far fewer options of getting somewhere. For instance, "At five o'clock in the afternoon, when they had come to the last station in the swamp, she got out of the train because Fernanda made her, They got into a small carriage that looked like an enormous bat, drawn by an asthmatic horse, and they went through the desolate city in the endless streets of which, split by saltiness, there was the sound of a piano lesson just like the on the Fernanda heard during the siestas of her adolescence" (317). Here, in order for a mother anddaughter to move to another city, they have to take a train, then a horse and buggy. Many Americans have not ever been on a train. If they want to get somewhere, they either fly in an airplane or drive in their own car. In American society, transportation is much more modern.