The People
There are 2 posts today as I have been lazy.
The best part of our stay here has been the people, how they have accepted us into their neighborhood, city, and country. There are so many memories we take away with us.
The elderly man in the Plaza who sat down to chat with us on one of our first trips there. Then there was a younger man with his family, who told us some of the history of Guaymas and of the pride he has in his son for leaning english in school.
The friendly shopkeepers, bus drivers and just the regular people on the street who stopped to chat or give us directions.
Senor Achilles, who we met one day as we walked by his house and who we have returned to visit 3 or 4 times (at his invitation). Listening to stories of his 60 years as a fisherman and his children, was a great experience.
One day when we were walking, a fellow rode by on his bike, waving and smiling. We finally figured out that he was one of our garbage men!
As we walk to the computer everyday, we pass a home where 2 fellows have been working for the last few months, building on a 2 nd story. The first time they saw us ( we are the only gringos in the area, so we kind of stick out), one of them had lots of questions for us. Since then every day we exchange "good mornings and how are yous". If we happen not to notice them, they yell after us until we turn around. Several times as we have been walking, they have been driving down the street and they wave, whistle and holler until we notice them and wave back.
The local mini market owner, who practices his english on us, as we practise our spanish on him. His sister- who I made laugh so hard one day as I assumed she was his wife. She made me feel so good one day as she told us, first in spanish and then in very halting english that she thought we were very nice, good people.
The little old lady who lived on the corner and we would stop and admire her garden. Her children came and moved her away to live with them suddenly one day. A few weeks later they were back for the day. When she saw me walking by, she came to the fence. She stuck her hand through the fence to grasp my hand and hold it while we chatted, and she told me how happy she was to be back home for the day and how nice it was to see me again.
All the people (adults and children) in the neighborhood who have accepted these crazy gringos into their neighborhood. I'm sure they can't figure out why we walk and take the bus when we have a car sitting in the driveway.
The family across the street: grandma, mom, husband, wife and little boy. When we came the little boy was just starting to walk and was very shy, turning his head into daddys shoulder to hide. He is now walking well and trying to play baseball. He grins and waves to us from wherever he is. Hmmmm..... wonder if it was the cookies!
Young Brittany and her father. We tease and play with Brittany and Alan (landlords grandson) and now when it is time for her to go home we are included in her round of hugs and kisses.
Rudy who has helped us in innumerable ways, always with a smile.
And of course our landlord and his family. I can't possibly describe the feelings we have for them. They have invited us into their lives, family and home. We have gone places with them and had meals with them. They have told us of places to go and things to see. Irene has treated us to many Mexican culinary delights. Grandma has tried to tell us stories and shown us pictures and shared her life with us. They have all shown us every kndness possible and we will deeply miss them.
We will be taking so much back with us in the ways of feelings and experiences and we leave with much sadness. The Mexico that we have seen and experienced is a varied, colorful, wonderful place and has enriched our lives in many, many ways.