Well, the time has arrived. Our month of innkeeping and visiting the little town of Bahia Asuncion is over and we both regretfully and excitedly get ready for our departure. We are going to meet up with our caravan again and spend four days getting to the American border. In the meantime, so many feelings are flashing around in our brains. Here are some of them:
-the friendships we’ve made! Even I, the people person in this group, did not expect what has happened here. Maybe because we were isolated from everything we knew, maybe because we were lucky, but whatever it was, we have made some friends that were truly awesome. There was Tina, the tour guide, Suzanne, the gringo from Vancouver Island who we will soon see again, Beth, the neighbour/archaeologist/artist/friend, the couple from Maine that shared our love of travel, Lipita, my zumba and Spanish teacher, and on and on. The best of all was Juan, the inn owner and Efraine, the cleaner/worker/self-proclaimed shaman, both of whom treated us royally. Juan was a gem, giving us fresh -caught fish, taking us in the boat, bringing us fruits and vegetables, making sure we were okay and lots more. We really feel we made a friend of Juan and would love to see him again. Efraine was himself, a joker, tremendously good worker and lover of my cooking. It was a great experience to get to know him too. Goodbye all, miss you already.
-And then, the experiences. Apart from the innkeeping (hmmm, kind of a lot of work, I mean, where did all these people come from?), the cliffs, the ocean and the jaw-dropping beaches, there was the privilege of living for a month totally immersed in another culture. No tourism. No beggars, homelessness, high prices, or phoniness. Amazingly friendly people. Clean streets, good food, excellent service everywhere and lots of very, very interesting things to do. Most of all, the acceptance. In Bahia Asuncion, you are accepted as long as you appear friendly and down-to-earth. I think that’s all they wanted and so that’s what we gave them. And did we get a lot in return. We’re so lucky.
THE NOT-SO-GOOD THINGS:
-the isolation. Two weeks was not enough, but more than a month would have been too much. You can only do so much walking on the beach, eating tacos on Saturday and visiting the same people in the same places. I started to long for a shopping mall, a red light, something else to see.
-the lack of luxuries. While Mexico is a friendly, fun place and being immersed is fabulous, it is still a poor country and try as we did, we just couldn’t find much that helped us through this problem. Restaurants were quaint but old, ramshackle, and maybe even made of plywood. Houses were nice over here, but tarp shacks over there. Dogs and pieces of garbage were everywhere and likely all very, very dirty. And so on. After awhile, it got you down. Where’s home sweet home?
-the absence of family and friends. Well, I could wax eloquent on this topic forever, but you get the picture. On-the-road-disease, missing your family and friends, was an ever-present problem. Thank heavens for technology, but sometimes, even that didn’t quite do it.
-worst of all, the lack of clean water. This problem colours everything and, in concert with the ever-present sand and dust and heat, plays on your mind and feelings. You always feel dirty and a shower is a must, but even then, the overabundance that we are used to just never happens and you’re always left feeling somewhat lacking. Just goes to show you how spoiled we are. Be that as it may, I can’t wait to clean everything in sight. Watch out, Airstream, Mrs. Clean is getting ready.
In summary, I must say this walk to the edge was one of the best ones ever. On to further adventures now and Mexico is gone, but for sure not forgotten. Adios, amigos, it was a pleasure.