Sunday, August 1, 2010
There is something really special about being a foreign. Sometimes, I wonder if the natives know how much I am watching them and learning from them. Luis called the waiter Senor and someone else called him Joven (young). Is he old or is he young? Funny, I’d never call a waiter Young...
Being foreign is cool when it opens up interesting conversations and when people forgive me for dipping my bread in my soup. It’s fun to enjoy “commonplace” things like Mexico City’s public transit. It’s wherever, whenever- 30 cents for the metro, 3 bucks for a taxi. I love being foreign when I salsa with my 50 year old neighbor and when I speak in Spanish and get a reply in English from a Mexican. Even better, I love when I forget which language he was speaking in... How great to be foreign but accepted enough to be invited back to Mexico with open arms and houses- “Mi casa es tu casa”.
This is my last blog for this trip. The more that I travel the more I realize how awful goodbyes are. I already miss Mexico soo much, mostly my friends from there. I learned so much about Mexicans and I also learned so much about myself. How sad I can’t be in Mexico without missing my family and my friends. Yet, I can’t come home without missing my Mexican world; Six weeks is enough time to find a love for a people. And six hours is enough time to begin to miss them...
Te quiero México. No me olvides porque no voy a olvidarte.
Posted by Grace Robia at Sunday, August 01, 2010