to mexico we go

Gallo Blanco

{Entry 3: A week of love. Because my headstone will never read, “We Had No Idea How She Felt.”}

Gallo Blanco

I love Mexico. Today’s entry is entirely dedicated to my love of all things Mexican. Mariachi music? It’s my equivalent of champagne. You can’t have either without feeling like it is a celebration. Huevos rancheros at Gallo Blanco? One of the best meals in Phoenix. So very, very good. The beach in Cancun with my family? The beach in Puerto Vallarta with one of my best friends? The fall retreat the Arizona gang has taken several times to play cards, swim and enjoy in the local beverage? The families that hosted me in Torreon? The love of family, the boldness of color and flavor, the worship of beauty — all things I adore about la preciosa Mexico.

These are a people who celebrate with piñatas. PIÑATAS. You get to whack something and are rewarded with candy!

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I read about Mexico today with a broken heart. The murders in Juarez. The drug cartels taking over every bit of government with their corruption and influence. The beaches washed away by storms.

I also know that an Aztecan warrior lives within these people and it is a nation that will rise to glory again. Fundamentally, the people of Mexico are not corrupt. They are being held captive. A mi querido Mexico, coraje!

~K