I’m writing this more so for myself; for when I’m knee deep in nursing student responsibilities, I’ve only eaten a piece of bread with peanut butter + downed my weight in coffee and I need to come back to a place I can’t live without.
……..I love the gentle sound of palm trees swaying in the wind.
I love the cool, crisp mornings where I can just sit on my balcony and slowly drink my cafe.
I love that everywhere I look, there is majestic beauty — a world colored with green and blue.
I love the way it storms so powerfully here, the loud rumbling of the thunder.
I love listening to the crack of lightning far off in the distance.
I love to hear the tolling of the bells.
I love the way my family loves each other — no grudges, and so much support.
I love to lay on my cousins’ beds and realize how much I love these human beings (and catch up on all that good chisme)
I love the welcoming and familiar taste of a cuba. The way it tastes like home to me.
I love bailes with all my primis, y muchachos que si te sacan a bailar.
¡I also love to bailar! un muchacho que sí sabe bailar banda, enamora (o nomas con que sepa bailar; me caso)
I love that I can satisfy my incessant craving for ice cream on every corner of the street.
I love watching the snapchats from el bailongo the next morning (or laying in my bed at 5 am watching them because the internet is fire at that time)
I love Mexican Doritos.
I love the endless options of tortillas.
I love my bike rides, late in the afternoon, when the world seems so peaceful and the sun is slowly setting, it’s gentle rays slowly leaving my skin.
I love being on the dance floor surrounded by family, friends, and strangers who suddenly become your partner-in-booty-shaking.
I love the feeling of crawling into my bed, freshly showered, letting my exhausted body fade into a sea of ginormous Mexican blankets.
I love the endless home cooked meals.
I love the tangy, spicy Mexican candy.
I love that I can choose to dress up for no reason. And that everyone here has a killer sense of fashion.
I love walking to my Abuelita Olivia’s and struggling to get that dang string to pull the door open.
I love listening to my Abuelito Manuel’s commentary on whatever it is he’s watching that night, and slowly seeing him knock out.
I love meeting new family members and listening to all their stories about times past.
I love that I get to go to Mass in the same church my parents got married in.
I love devouring Güeros post-Sunday mass.
I love stuffing my face with tacos after having one too many drinks.
I love las paletas de leche.
Los tacos. Enough said.
I love playing tennis even if it’s only to laugh at myself and how terrible I am.
I love that I can hitch rides with all my cousins here because I hate to drive.
I love morning bike rides to los jugos.
I love that everyone crowds around Gelacios so I always know where to find people.
I love the sound of banda in the plaza.
I love the surprise on people’s face when they hear that I can do a grito Mexicano. Really I just love that we do that. We’re such weirdos.
I love the sound of mariachis before the celebration of anything: weddings, quinces.
I love coming home after parties with my primas and eating a whole packet of oreos, laughing about whatever happened in the baile that night.
I love the feeling of finally taking off your heels after zapateandole on the pista all night long.
I love the ratio of drinking tequila to actually paying for it. It’s nice to be a girl sometimes.
I love sitting outside my Tia Olga’s house, pretending the wifi is actually loading things.
I love the many delicious ways you can eat corn here (especially that esquite)
I love just being surrounded by my family. It’s here that I realize how much they mean to me and how grateful I am to live this life.
Also I just love looking at my family all dolled up. They’re so hot! Pura belleza Jalisciense.
I love my Abuelita Nena’s chuckling laugh, and the way she purses her lips and her eyes get so big when she’s telling some chisme or funny story.
I love the stern demeanor of my Abuelito Rafa and his laugh too, the way it comes out like he’s constantly making fun of the world.
I love the smell of tierrita mojada.
I love spending my days hammocking and reading.
I love traveling outside of Sanjose and getting to observe the hustle and bustle of everyday life in Mexico.
I love watching soccer games with my family.
I love catching up with fellow sanjosaians, and just the warm feeling of familiarity they give me, even if I only talk to them once a year.
I love seeing all the sweet, little old ladies wear their black veils in mass. It reminds me of a time when daily life revolved around religion.
I love the deeply satisfying feeling of being clean after going mudding.
I love dias de campo where we get the easy part of just showing up and eating all the chicken salad.
I love the charras and all the carilla my family is filled with.
I love being able to take a break from the United States and see it with fresh eyes and a new perspective.
I love the concept of time here, the loss of schedules and to-do lists.
I LOVE THE PAN HERE. (Concha queen forever)
I love tamales on Sundays after mass at grandmas. Or just the tamales in general.
En fin, I think I love everything about this place. (Okay maybe not esas moscas enfadosas, the really bad wifi, or the constant threat of chorro.)
I hate feeling so helpless at the fact that time goes by so fast. I just want it to stop. To slow down. Wasn’t it just Sunday!?
Knowing that my life is gonna be completely different in a year makes my chest feel a little heavy. I’m so used to unwinding in San Jo, to all it’s charms and the way it’s such a big part of me. How am I gonna make it without spending all my summers here?
I just want to internalize everything, soak it all up, breathe it all in. This is my safe haven. Y es la puritita verdad…como México no hay dos.