Tripping hazard

Sometimes I feel like all of Mexico is just one huge tripping hazard. Maintenance of infrastructure isn't quite what we're used to at home. For example, as you'd better watch your step as you walk through downtown, because you never know when you might encounter a gaping hole in the (narrow) sidewalk due to tree removal, a temporarily abandoned excavation, a missing access hatch, etc., all unmarked.

 Sidewalks may be a modest distance about the street, or elevated by a couple of feet, depending. You're not even safe inside: our house is in theory "ranch style" and all on one level. But for some reason the kitchen is up one step and our bedroom and the bathroom are down one step. The shower is actually recessed about 2 feet below that, which requires some care when you're drowsy in the morning. Which is not even mentioning the access road to our house. We're right on the edge of a ritzy neighbourhood, where the town peters out into countryside as the land falls off into a valley. The valley is still only lightly developed, and several of our neighbours have 1/2 acre or so. I'm posting a picture of the last block (steeply) downhill before you turn  onto the 50m of dirt road that leads to our place. For scale, those rocks range from fist-sized to head-sized.