What am I still doing in Cancun?

The adventures of an American single mommy working and playing in paradise.

Something strange has happened…I think I like Mexico.




I have been living in Cancun for almost 11 years. I kind of started this blog thinking it would contain humorous and maybe even entertaining stories about how I live in Mexico and how I don’t like it. In other words, to complain. Then something went wrong. Through a series of strange events, I have decided that I like Mexico. I might even be proud of Mexico and feel protective of Mexico.

First of all, I only did seven blog posts called Living in Mexico where I discussed the ins and outs and ups and downs (mostly downs) of living here. Seems I don’t have that much to complain about. It’s pretty much the same things over and over. (I’m not going to lie to you, I still complain about them a lot but nobody wants to read about those same things over and over.)

Second of all, I started a new job. I do social media for a resort/vacation company. Now let’s face it, I couldn’t exactly slam Mexico at work. I need to be blogging, Facebooking and Tweeting about how great it is, plus I work with all…wait for it…Mexicans! It was pretty easy for me to promote this area as there are some really cool things to do and see, but while minding my own business and doing my work I started to meet (mostly online and some in person) a bunch of Mexico fanatics. Somehow these people have managed to show me the beauty of Mexico that I 1) hadn’t really thought about before and 2) didn’t really care about. Then there is the fact that his country is facing a good old-fashioned smear campaign. I don’t know if it’s intentional or just careless journalism, but somehow people from other countries imagine it is dangerous to visit the ENTIRE country of Mexico. And that is just plain wrong. I may not have always been Mexico’s biggest fan, but I am a HUGE fan of the truth and it is untrue that is dangerous to visit the majority of this country. I guess this is why I suddenly feel protective of Mexico.



Third, I realized that my son is Mexican. I know it may sound silly that I “realized” it. I mean, he was born in Mexico, of course he’s Mexican! But I am American, my husband is Cuban, my dad is German…you know…he’s the first Mexican in the family and I guess I was kind of focusing on the fact that he is American and Cuban. I want my son to be proud of his country, eyes wide open to the good and the bad and the truth and lies, but proud. I want him to expect piñatas at his birthday parties, pan de muerto (something we like gringos like to call “dead bread”) on el Dia de los Muertos (the Day of the Dead) and chile on his candy. (I will live if he doesn’t say “guey” every other word.)



The truth about Mexico is that it is a beautiful, culturally rich, complicated country. And it’s my home.

If this beautiful video doesn’t give you the chills…there’s something wrong with ya!



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