Mexico
Monday, November 22, 2010 at 6:49PM We took a trip to Mexico a couple of summers ago. We walked across the border in Arizona with only what we could carry on our backs, some money saved up, and six weeks to kill. I can only imagine what the locals of the Mexican border town were thinking, wishing they could do the same but in the opposite direction. Someone might have tried to warn us "Stop! Go back! You will regret this!" but our Spanish is on the level of a developmentally disabled second grader, so we kept on. We found the bus station, bought tickets to go South, and started our adventure.
Adventure is really the only appropriate way to describe this trip. When people asked us how it was, we would answer with something like, "It was an adventure!" This answer saved us from the details, because no one wants to hear "Well, I now know what it feels like to overflow a toilet with only my own bodily waste and no water!" or "We spent 36 hours straight on a hot bus, and now know how we would each smell if we were to become homeless."
Of course now, two years removed, I think back on the trip fondly. I remember watching the sunrise over the rainforest in Guatamela, the tacos that didn't make me us sick, the beautiful clear ocean water, the Lucha Libre in Mexico City, meeting the Chavez' in Oaxaca. And I have conveniently forgotten the overnight bus rides, the hurricane ravaged towns, the constant fear of being ripped off, the frustration of a language barrier, and the amount of officials we bribed. That's the beauty of human memory; it's a filter that over time removes the bad parts.
These photos are about half of all the photos from the trip. I just found the negatives and was able to scan them to see the photos for the first time.
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