Ali was taking Ouest out for her picnic today and asked where she wanted to go eat. “Aguafall.” Yeah, we call it a waterfall and she calls it an aguafall (though actually it is just a water fountain). Some of the Spanglish she invents is pretty unique but it makes us realize just how much she is soaking it all in. Both kids understand pretty much anything we say to them in Spanish.
Across the dock from us is a young cruising couple and next to them is a small Mexican sportfishing boat. A couple days ago the cruiser was talking to the owner of the sportfisher after it came back from a charter. During the conversation he told the fisherman that he had lost his rod and reel overboard recently and asked if they had any they’d like to sell. The guy said he’d see what he had.
Two mornings later the cruisers woke up, went out on deck and found three rods and reels along with a note letting them know it was a gift. Just like that.
I love Mexico, bad press and all—and when things like this happen it warms my heart. It just confirms all the feelings that I have about this country and the people here. Como México no hay dos.