My short business trip to Guadalajara last week was exhausting. A few things I learned:
1) Traveling business class with someone who has executive platinum status with American Airlines = awesome. Thank you, Frequently Flying Bossman. It is so wonderful to have extra leg room for this 5’10” frame I inhabit. Also, American Airlines has this thing called the ‘Admiral’s Club.’ I never quite knew what this was, but I have discovered that it involves a private lounge area at domestic airports with free coffee and snacks, a bar, comfy leather chairs and sofas, and even showers for the grimy traveler. I tried lambasting myself with stern diatribes: Do NOT get used to this posh treatment! It’s coach for you the rest of your life, young lady! Don’t start expecting this kind of luxury! But then I decided just to enjoy it and take the pleasure and pain as it comes.
2) Mexican Spanish is full of little English phrases, much more so than the Spain-Spanish (Castilian) that I speak. Our client (always with his hilarious enthusiasm) interjected “Teikidisi,” “camón,” and “idonou” in almost every sentence he spoke. As in “take it easy,” “c’mon,” and “I don’t know.” I wish I could get a recording of this, because I almost split a rib trying not to laugh. We’d be walking around looking at various machines during our tour of his plant, and he’s randomly turn and say “Okei, okei, camón, teikidisi, okei?”
3) Mexico = different culture. I don’t pretend to know it well or understand it, and on this second visit I did a lot of listening and looking, taking in random observations that I hoped would lead to some kind of enlightened epiphany: the tighter than tight jeans that all the girls wear no matter their girth. The bright colored paint and handpainted signs on almost all buildings–oranges, reds, yellows, pinks, electric blues. The piles of random rubble strewn across the landscape both in the city and outside it. The surprising amount of people just walking along the side of the highway. The multitude of prayer chapels scattered among the winding streets. Half-finished and abandoned building projects simply everywhere. The small, dark one-room shops peppering the town, all selling combinations of: candy, hats, boots, plastic toys, fruity sugary beverages. The ability to party long and hard starting at about 2 years of age. The enthusiasm for setting off loud banging firecrackers all night long. The bouts of tearful emotion brought on by mariachi music.
Exhibit A: random pile of rubble.
Exhibit B: a pile of hay and a rustic stone wall
4) Real Mexican food is not the Tex-Mex variety we have here. The freshly made tortillas and birria (a kind of meaty red stew) and frijoles we had at a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant were simply incredible. Not to mention our breakfast of sweet empanadas, apple yoghurt and fresh watermelon. Oh, oh, oh.
5) Everyone seems to be flying by the seat of their pants. Somehow stuff happens, but not before a trip through chaos (controlled and uncontrolled, both kinds) and at least a dozen changes in plan. While waiting to board our plane to return to the States, we were in a small room with 3 gates. Instead of bringing the plane up to the gate, we all boarded a bus that took us to the plane. Despite that, they changed our gate from 3 to 1 to 3 and then to 1 again. Gates 1 and 3 were only a few hundred feet apart . . . and we were just walking out a door to get on a bus. My boss (who has a lot of international traveling under his belt) laughed and told me this was typical.
I tried to piece together information about the culture and form some kind of conclusion or larger picture in my head–but I feel like I’m simply connecting dots that are on the perimeter of the issue. The heart of Mexico eludes me, but seems to be the thing that would explain everything else.
I wasn’t able to take a lot of pictures on this trip since we spent all the daylight hours with our client, but I did manage to snap a few shots from a moving vehicle before the batteries in my old point-and-shoot gave out. Not fabulous photography, but it’s what I got.
Any of you out there have some insight into this beautiful and complex country?
View Comments (17)
Sounds like fun. Except for the not sleeping part. :-) And business class = awesomeness. :-)
You are 5'10? Seriously? I am so jealous!
You're right about the "flying by the seat of their pants" thing. I'm always aghast at the way they never really plan anything...the German side of me cannot deal.
sounds like fun. i've only been to mexico once but i can relate about the food (it's so fresh and almost light....not like our mexican) and the laid-back nature of everyone! i went for a mission trip in HS...way back in 2000....i'm really dating myself here :)
Hmmm. I think it eludes me, too. I'm glad you didn;t have to ride any public buses, Kiddo. That was a super crazy experience. Vendors off and on, people jammed into the aisle of a coach bus for 4 hours, smashed together, people eating popcorn and squirting spicy sauce on it....Craziness.
p.s. I was snorting and laughing out loud at your client's english quips...oh my gosh!!!
I know. Seriously, in person he is EVEN FUNNIER.
Tiendas, tortillas, and firecrackers! How I miss them! (But Guatemalan-styled, of course.) The small amount I know of Mexico -- you're right on with your observations.
It is really different, but I've only been two hours in before we ran back out. Actually, my sister and I were kicked out b/c apparently you need something called a passport to drive through. LOL! What we saw terrified me. Abject poverty, beggars/window washers everywhere, hovels, horses and chickens running loose. But when we returned in a tour bus, we got to see the pretty parts that weren't so scary. I don't feel that I fully experienced it but I'm too scared to try again.
Ok, that's a pretty funny story. I can't believe you got kicked out of a country! =)
Is it sad that I got a little homesick while I read this post? Sounds a lot like Guatemala. Also, your transcriptions of the Mexi-english were hilarious and reminded me a lot of Nacho Libre. I might just have to go watch that when I get home.
Wow. I didn't know you went to Mexico the first time around! And I agree about the mixi-english... hilarious! I can't wait to hear you do an imitation :)
I'll definitely do an impression for you! =) As soon as you get your butt down here again from the far off lands in which you live . . .
And the previous time I went was over a year ago--I'm surprised I never told you the hilarious stories from that visit.
"Mexico lindo y querido...." Can't say I can really give you any definitive answers. My 8 month time in Mexico 35 years ago helps, but then that was Mexico City and with an upper class family in an upper class neighborhood. Part of falling in love with Mexico was accepting it as it was, rubble heaps included. The class I took on Customs and Culture was very helpful in understanding the broad swath of culture/s that is Mexico. However, that did make it hard moving to Spain where I expected it to be more "clean European"... and it took a while to get over my disappointment that Spain was rubbley, too! When I decided that, if I could handle it in Mexico, I could handle it in Spain, then I was fine.
You grew up in a varied-culture Spain: just change the flavor, and you are not far off from Mexico... all the way to 2 year-olds festejando hasta las tantas!!
Besos!
What an interesting trip!