So good bye to the cleanest country on the planet. The most fabulous monuments. A constant array of yummy eggplant dishes and some great wild colors in the clothes (soon, of course, to grace Jalisco).
But after all of that passes and starts to fade into memory or blends with all of the other monuments in my head, this is what I will remember.
-Laughing with the giant 17 year olds because they told me they aren’t giants, they are only mediums (no seances)
-Kidding the Muslims forever!!
-Our wonderful guide who calls himself a fashionista and has the daily sunglasses change to prove it
-Taking pictures of the ladies in the markets and putting her little baby in the center of all the jewelry to have pride of place (and to get stabbed by the little beads)
-Following the little girl as she ran all over the market with me collecting bracelets with little skulls for day of the dead
-tap dancing for the policeman in the lobby of the hotel
-singing Despacito with the 14 year old in the market after he enthusiastically found such a good “Spanish” song that we could sing together.
-Gaining entrance to two homes to see how they live, by just asking
-Exchanging a salsa dance for a paper cup to share the precious, and virtually non-=existent Coke Zero (I know it is bad for me. It is a TREAT!!)
It is the people and their lovely faces and warm smiles and the fact that they get my pantomime jokes. That is always what makes a visit, doesn’t it?
