This is one of several posts I wrote while in Mexico.

Between my husband and I, I am known as the one who falls apart when we travel. Especially in another country. Since it’s been about 10 years since we’ve traveled much (save our wonderful Montreal trip earlier this year), I was eager to prove my ability in Mexico. Since I’m the one who speaks Spanish among us, all the more way to prove myself.

I’ve done well, actually. For the most part, I’ve communicated for the family. But I’ve discovered I suck at listening. The hub is much better at understanding Spanish (though doesn’t know well enough how to speak it) than I am, and sometimes he has to tell me what someone said, which I hate. I feel helpless when I don’t understand.

It’s just so different here. Just 30 minutes from wi-fi, sanitary regulations and traffic laws is a whole other world. Some for the better, and some for the, well, I don’t like to judge, but let’s say “less better.”

For instance. Here in Mexico, just like every single other country we’ve visited, they don’t make consumers consume high fructose corn syrup like in the US. Candy, cookies and soft drinks have sugar, like they should. Given the hub is allergic to HFCS, we were thrilled to find azucar as the ingredient, and stocked up on apple flavored soda and candy.

Speaking of apple (I swear I have a post dedicated to food planned, but here I am, talking about it here), they have great apple flavored sodas and yogurts. Mmm.

Road rules? Not so much. If you’re going slow (as I do when going down a dirt road filled with holes big enough to bury a small child in), people pass you. Stop signs are a suggestion.

At shopping centers, there are what we have dubbed “parking maestros.” Just men who guide you with their hands when you’re leaving your parking spot. Seems pointless to us but I’m sure they’ve prevented billions of accidents.

There are taco stands, coconut stands, candy stands, beer stands, any kind of stand you can imagine. And anywhere. On a country road leading nowhere. In our neighborhood. Nestled among stores selling tile and pottery. And they’re all good (back to the food again).

It’s been a lesson in differences for all of us. We’re so judgmental, coming from our safe American lives. It’s good for us to get out of our element, to learn something about how other folks live. Viva Mexico.