If you haven’t been to Mexico in a while then some of the seemingly ridiculous yet endearingly quotidian occurrences may at first seem unfamiliar: a king sized mattress resting precariously atop a cherry-red VW Beetle; a pretend yet pristine tea party for four young girls in the midst of a dusty and smoky street; a goat on a string on a roof; your yoga teacher showing up for class on a golf cart with a bottle of tequila in one hand, and a ukelele in the other; a curly haired and care free child whipping past you butt-naked on his little wooden bike; or two dogs going at it beside your sunset happy-hour location.
One of the more familiar events for us this Christmas was a reunion with two old friends. The moustachioed man and the rusty-haired lady rolled into the Sayulita campground as casually as they rolled out of Edmonton some seven months ago. Despite more freckles, curls, and stories, it didn’t take long before things began to feel a lot like old times.
Peggy and Bec busily prepared delicious camp stove concoctions that involved old ingredients, new spices and make-shift techniques, all the while maintaining classic kitchen banter and the comforting clink of ice in a wine glass. Mark and his fellow “Bigote” Jeff had a lot of catching up to do as they scoured the dusty shops for a decent, smoky drop and compared history notes in a laid back fashion. Bec spoke highly of the joys of retirement as Ken listened intently, wiggling the sand from between his toes and noticing that other, more seasoned, snowbirds had their poodle-esque friends alongside them.
And so old friends and new came together in a shady trailer park where it didn’t matter if you were young or old, passing through or staying forever, so long as you could keep up in a game of cards, not be intimidated by the incoming yet gentle swell, and have a cold drink in your hand as soon as the heat of the day grew tired and a tinge of purple and red began to spread over the bay. In the words of Ken, “It’s pretty hard to have a bad day in Mexico” and I feel that we accomplished just that.
The road is long for these two travellers, but we managed to help them put down a few miles, and they helped remind us that home has little to do with a place or a time in one’s life, as much as it does a feeling.
Buen viaje, y hasta luego amigos. Disfruta Mexico.