This was not my first trip to Mexico. Nor will it be my last. I have family in Texas, so I’ve even driven over the boarder a few times. During which, boarder patrol stopped us and asked many questions about ME. Because when I go to Mexico, I don’t come back looking like the rest of my family. I turn much, much darker. Maybe I wasn’t meant to be a gringa.
Seriously. Did you know that Grand Rapids, MI only gets 84 days of sunshine a year? That’s worse than Seattle. And FAR from Mexico. I love Mexico.
Mostly, I think I love Mexico for the people. And because I sit around developing working theories about everything in life, here is my theory about why the people of Mexico are so nice (including many Mexican immigrants here in Grand Rapids that have become some of my favorite people):
We’ve been studying customer service and surveys at work. So, I was thinking very profoundly when I was given a few surveys in Mexico. But, let me admit here. I crumbled. And lied. I couldn’t tell them that their Mexican food wasn’t as good as the last place. Or their music. You see, we became instant best friends with our wait staff..and sometimes bus drivers…and people on the street. The people of Mexico inspired something in me–an inability to say anything negative.
It got me thinking. How did this culture of smiling, hard-working, family oriented people arrive at something so different from American culture? Did the beautiful environment breathe art that breathed life? Or something different?
This is why I travel. To meet people. To observe how to become more un-American. Oh, right, and for more days of sun. One more, then (the view from our $67 a night Westin room- thanks to hotwire.com)…