Things that are too hard to leave Mexico

My husband and I are splitting our life Guwanjuado citySince 2005 we have a house, Eureka, California, and we have rented an apartment. Although we thrive this lifestyle, there are things I missed everywhere. In Guanjuado, I lose clouds, green, water access and my paddle board.

Here are some things I missed about Mexico when I am in Eureka:

Spanish speaking simplicity

Of course, I can TitThe maximum Spanish in California, where 40% of state residents define themselves as Latin. In addition, in Eureka, we live a few minutes away from a Mexican restaurant, and its employees are often native Spanish speakers. But speaking Spanish is not automatic to me in the English language of Eureka. Unlike Mexico, I rarely think about it, where Spanish is just as natural as English because it is very easy.

In Guanjuado, I walk on our street and start talking to a neighbor, or start chatting with a boy who runs the mini-mansion for three minutes from our house.

The friendship of strangers

The loving attitude of the Mexican people encourages me. Friendship infection; When I am in Guwanjuado, I also become friendly.

In California, I try to remember to congratulate the people I pass, but this is a try. I am afraid that I will return to my American personality-to do things that have paid and objectively. Or I tell me!

A large number of pedestrian areas

Guanjuado is very walking friendly, but it is not alone in that way. Many of the Mexican cities we visited have comprehensive pedestrian areas, especially in their historical centers and tourist areas. They provide plaza, benches, nature, archetype, arcade, short sidewalks, interesting architecture and public art.

Since the streets are very calling, they are full of people, which promotes the sentiment of the community and another reason why Mexican is very friendly. The United States is more car -centric than Mexico, where everyone is more likely to carry or use public transport.

Eureka’s winter is wet and chili, but in the summer, city vendors, music, food, open shops and people’s crowds run the market on Friday night. How is Guwanjuado every day of the year!

The sensitivity of the spirit

Mexico, like the United States, maintains a separation between the church and the state, but the bay between secular and spirituality is not widely known.

In the United States, faith is personally practiced, and Mexican often manifests their spirituality in the most open, general and unwavering manner. Their excitement seemed to me differently. But, when crossing a church, people are chanting, singing, kneeling, clinging, or crossing them, and wandering around the city with ashes on the gray forehead on Wednesday.

Many years ago, Barium and I were sitting in a church in a mountain in Jagadekas. As we were sitting quietly, a mother and daughter spontaneously entered the song in front of us. I was replaced and a tremor ran through me. I can’t imagine crawling on my knees across a church base, but I moved deep in the presence of faith, even if it is not mine.

Accessible hiking with incredible scenes

Guwanjuado is one of the some cities I have gone, where you can leave the center on the feet and walk within 20 minutes. One of the biggest gifts of the city is that you don’t have to board a car, get on the bus or to reach a track. On top of that, you don’t have to walk too far before you reward the city’s colorful houses and the surrounding mountains.

Once or twice a week, Bar and I take advantage of this opportunity.

The ruins of the Mexican

After many years of living with a man who loves the magic and mystery of ancient archaeological sites, I have gradually become a fan of the ruins. I am not a collector of facts; I read the history and data shown, but I don’t retain information. But I like the ruins, especially Mexican.

The ancient sites in the land of Maya, Aztec and Olmek offer a unique mantra because they are very beautiful with the surrounding terrain. Although they are built by humans, they feel naturally like trees and flowers.

A few years ago, Bar and I visited Los Ranas, a small archaeological site in the state of Quertaro. I wandered around, what stories were embedded between the stones, while the timeless feeling came on me like a dream. I felt a larger space than the sum of its crumbling rock.

What a country! Mexico, complex history, colors, flavors, and dreams of dreams. I will never get tired of it. Wherever I am, Mexico will always be in my heart.