I realized today that I look like a typical American. Most people look at me and speak broken English. Once Rick starts talking, they exclusively look and talk directly to him. I then listen intently and slowly get further from where the conversation started. Like lost in a tunnel searching for the light. Imagine their surprise when I become fluent, and they are focused on the Mexican man standing next to me…
The culture here is colorful and rich with life and tradition. It embodies happiness and celebration. It encompasses generations of past celebrations and looks forward to progression and growth. It is remarkable how much beauty there is in their simplicity of life. I am so lucky to experience it.
America is void of culture. In fact, “American Culture” is known for no culture. No real traditions that aren’t laden in greed and money-making garbage. Every holiday is an excuse to spend money on nothing that matters and celebrate individualism instead of togetherness. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday because it centers around really good food and family. Not money. But the history of this holiday is wrought with disgusting behaviors by the white man on land that they claimed was their own after stealing it from the rightful owners, the Indigenous Indians. Sad, and painful but we turn a blind eye and pretend to celebrate unity and appreciation for difference.
Mazatlán is not perfect, I am sure, but I am having a hard time finding real issue with any of the things that matter.
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