Mexico

Brock and I have been to various areas of Mexico about half a dozen times. I've enjoyed myself everytime. The people are truly easy going. They do not care much about time. In fact, I rarely see any kind of clock. In America, we have clocks in every room. We didn't eat lunch today until 3pm! There are certain situations where time does matter.

They have much less personal space than we do in the U.S. For example, on the plane, they crowd right behind each other and even touch. The Mexicans pile 5o people into a van. That's not an exaggeration by the way. Their showers are tiny. Part of the reason may be due to their physical size. They are rather small in stature. Brock looks like a giant to them. Once, when we were getting our flippers for a snorkeling tour in Mexico, the locals began laughing at Brock. They were pointing to his feet and saying, "Grande!" I guess they are not accustomed to size 14 feet!

Their sense of humor is great here. Brock keeps the Mexicans laughing. He knows just enough Spanish to mess with people. His favorite phrase other than "Que pasa" (What's up?) is "yo seguridado mi pantalones" (which means "I security my pants" or something like that). Everyone either laughs or looks rather confused because they don't even have the slightest idea of what he is trying to say. He also randomly yells out "Andelay hot dog, your popsickle's melting," which is a line from our favorite song, "Que Onda" from the new Beck CD.