Hello from Mexico, awesome Moxie-Dude readers!
So a week has already gone by since our arrival here in Mexico and I have to tell you that I’ve learned so much in the past seven days. I’m even beginning to wonder why I ever bothered going to school when I could have just come here. (Yeah. I’m kinda practical that way.)
Stuff I’ve learned about the people I’m travelling with:
Women in their 70s, namely (without naming them), my mom, aunt and their two friends) CAN DRINK.
Clearly they’ve discovered the REAL fountain of youth: Rum, beer and wine.
Oh wait! And Tequila! (more on this multi-purpose medicinal phenomenon below).
New Universal Law: alcohol has natural preservation qualities. Oh and benefits. Because WHO DOESN’T want to stay young (and drunk) forever?
My 14 year old daughter is better with directions than I am
Okay. So apparently my zero sense of direction is no secret and possibly people I haven’t even met yet are aware that I’ll probably run into them soon because I’ll be lost and have to stop for directions. But my daughter – who technically should have some of my DNA simply by way of “I-gave-birth-to-her” has inherited some other mother’s sense of direction. She’s been guiding me to and from everywhere since we got here.
Stuff I’ve learned about Mexico:
Iguanas can poop an alarmingly large amount.
You wouldn’t believe what came out of that thing.
Nuff said on that.
Whereas we in Canada take vitamins, people in Mexico take tequila.
In the “old days” (before fridges and stomach pumps) two shots of tequila before eating and two shots after were the norm because: TEQUILA PEOPLE.
So apart from acting as a great youth preserver (as mentioned above) all of Mexico figured out a long time ago that tequila also serves as a natural bacteria killer for everyday health and longevity.
Spanish, when spoken slowly, resembles French (in a not-even-close kinda way).
Don’t let the five years of Spanish you took in high school fool you into thinking that you’ll arrive fluent and ready to converse.
Saying “hola” while placing your hand over your heart is a more heartfelt way of greeting anyone.
I love this and am thinking of bringing this tradition home with me.
More stuff I’ve learned about the people I’m travelling with:
When a picture is worth a million words . . .
And suddenly Greg knew all the words to the Mexican songs played by the mariachi. Well not exactly because by this point he was singing in cursive but his words sort of rhymed with the real words.