
All my stories like that
are about Colombia :-)
To an American, Mexican attitudes toward the police are truly bizarre. I stood at my hotel window one late evening, watching as a pair of Mexico City police cars waited, with red-and-blues flaring, to make a left turn across Insurgentes [south central Mexico City, for those who don't know]. It took them quite a while to manage it -- the southbound traffic didn't give an inch! Did my heart good, it did.
And yet, the simplest stop by the Federales (Pol\ufffdcia Feder\ufffdl des Caminos y Puertas) is a heart-stopper. The guy may just want to pass the time of day, or it may ruin your whole year.
But yes, I could live in Mexico, even though my language skills are laughable. It's sometimes remarkable that I'm able to get along at all, but English is widespread and most people are good-humored about it. Something to keep in mind -- lots of people don't like Mexico, but I don't think anybody actually hates Mexico; possibly the Zapatistas, although the one I met denied it.
Regards,
Ric