Ok..so Mexico isn't so great all the time! I've been sweetly positive about this place for a long time with many journals, but give me a chance to have a cultural-shock rant. Shrinks and travel agents say you gonna have a meltdown sometime. So, some stuff bugs me.
Guess what? They do that metric thing down here! They call it a system. Yeah, like a system to drive me nuts..kilometro by kilometro. We share a huge border with this country, wouldn't it be much easier if they just did it our way? Last time I looked on a world map the United States was in the center!
And here in Oaxaca city, they have fantastic weather in the evenings for the night life, and colonial architecture-laden streets for wandering...but get this!..no HARD ROCK CAFE! I mean, what's the deal with that? I really wanted to get the T-shirt.
And try and find a burrito or a real enchilada. The menus here have loads of other creative fresh fruit and vegetable things that I've never seen in Taco Bell back home, but way too hard to fiqure out when your super hungry. And way too many choices of chesse. Make it simple, give me Kraft cheese...I'm hungry, I gotta go!
Now, this is a good one! They have street vendors with little carts that steam-up and sell corn on the cob. Great, right? But here's what they do to it. You get it with mayonnaise slathered all over it, with toppings of a little chili powder, lime and parmesan chesse! Katy adores it. I just can't try it.
I mean, its supposed to be eaten with butter and a little salt, right? To change now and eat it with all that other strange stuff...would be sort of like walking into whatever U.S. art museum has that famous 'American Gothic' painting with the farmer guy and his wife holding the pitchfork...and putting Mexican sombreros on their heads! What I mean is, you just don't change some American things. Why can't they just be happy with plain butter?
And toilet paper. Everywhere, the old sewers of Mexico can't handle the paper down the drains. So, you always have to throw it in a basket nearby. They will never, ever be a developed country until they get a sewer system like us in the States.
They love music a bunch in Mexico; its in the streets, on the buses...but there are polka songs everywhere! And they actually like them! I mean, they're not just playing old recordings, they're making new ones all the time that become hits. National hits! Polkas! Imagine a brass band, bringing the house down on the yearly televised Grammy Awards show back in the U.S.!
And they got this thing with personal space. Generally, after you've met someone for the first time through a friend of yours, you are supposed to give them a kiss on the right cheeck. Talk about personal, and really close in my space, and in my face!
Well, it ain't so great, everywhere, and all the time here..but after we leave in June to go back to California...we are going to really miss Mexico. Because most of the time, most of the stuff and people get to you..really get to you..in a slow, positive and comfortable way.
We're gonna be back again, for sure.
To feel at home, stay at home. A foreign country is not designed to make you feel comfortable. It's designed to make its own people comfortable.
Clifton Fadiman
A degree of loneliness sharpens the perceptions wonderfully while traveling.
Phillip Glazebrook
I dislike feeling at home when I'm abroad.
G.B. Shaw
The object of pilgrimage is not just rest and recreation, to get away from it all. To set out on a pilgrimage is to throw down a challenge to everyday life.
From a spiritual point of view a journey is always something of a two-edged sword, because of the dispersion which can result from contact with so much that is new. We cannot simply shut ourselves off from this newness, or we might just as well stay home. If we are going to travel we naturally wish to learn something.
But if the newness threatens to overwhelm us, it can on occasion cause a periodic hardening of the ego, as if in reaction to the fear of losing ourselves. And so we find it necessary to shore up our identities. The smallness of these identities is certain to bring suffering however; beginning with feelings of impatience and annoyance.
The art is to learn to master today's unavoidable situation with as much equanimity as we can muster, in preparation for facing its sequel tomorrow.
Huston Smith