When I got the schedule of events for Mazatlan I heard there was a day of ziplining. I once did a zipline in Ecuador with my mother and sister. We had fun but that was enough for me. So when I saw this on the itinerary I immediately asked if I could do something else.
You can zipline anywhere in the world. I’m sure it’s wonderful. But I had already ziplined and you can do it anywhere in the world.
I wanted to see more of Mexico.
Perhaps I really am Princess Bacon because I was given an alternate itinerary to simply walk through Lanoria, a small town outside Mazatlan, famous for its leatherworks and saddlemaking.
But something happened today that made me so proud. I started to speak Spanish, and I wasn’t afraid of how imperfect it was. I have always struggled with being somewhere in the middle with Spanish, even though I was inspired at Pueblo Ingles, those days seemed so far away.
I talked to some kids and they explained they were on summer break. They were okay with me taking their photo.
I spoke to some adorable kids who were hanging around, content to give me a flower and stare.
I was able to talk to our amazing guide Milton in Spanish, who taught me how hand signals are different in Spanish than English. I spoke to Rafael who was making sandals. Who offered to give me an animal’s foot even though it gave no luck to him. We laughed at it and I felt so lucky to be able to joke around with him.
Western Mexico has become really special for me. I’m able to communicate with people in a way that I never was able to when I first arrived two years ago. People seem surprised and so gracious.
The more time I spend in Mexico the more I fall in love with it.