Hola amigos!

My recent discovery: Mexico is rich with culture. Viejo Mazatlan is alive with art, music, theater and dance. People were bustling through the streets but relaxing in the town squares. The colors are so vivid. The architecture is a worn-in, lively take on old European style. It was all so inspiring. The beaches and sunsets are beautiful yet humble. The sand was littered with all types of shells (I returned with three bags full). An accomplishment was also made on my list of life goals: parasailing. It was so quiet in the sky, with a view for miles. I wanted to go higher!

The crashing waves outside of my window lulled me to sleep each night. The fruit was delicious. I believe I ate avocados, refried beans and chips and salsa almost every day. It was wonderful. :) The people were warm and understanding (mostly) and I found myself genuinely smiling. I somehow became the family linguist and was responsible for speaking broken Spanish. From time to time a few French words escaped my mouth.

This was my first time visiting a less developed country. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, seeing the poor neighbors and witnessing the people who are just trying to get by. I tried to be inconspicuous, wanting to hide from the image of the gringo: rich, pale and touristy. All attempts failed.

The market, oh the market! A crazy mixture of people, produce, cheap knick-knacks, interesting smells and dirty floors. It was much like the roads and it's drivers: chaotic. The are no rules in Mexico, only guidelines. It made me realize the rigidity of industrialized nations. How funny it was that we take things to such extreme and seriousness. Sometimes we forget how to live (love?). Relax. Enjoy. Smile.

I wish to see Travis, even if it was for a minute, to nuzzle my nose into his neck and tell him he is the most handsome man in the world. My playlist is in dire need of new music. Everything on it seems dull. Suggestions?!