The “Real” Mexico
09.11.09
I was blessed by one of my clients to offer Betsy and I to stay in her “house” in Mexico. We were expecting a condo in a tourist area, which would have been awesome, but we didn’t know what awesome meant till we got there. I’ll not go into how incredibly beautiful the house was that we stayed in (You can see a gallery of the house here) but instead I’d like to say what a great time I had visiting and shooting a “real” Mexican village.
I told our houseboy that I wanted to see the real Mexico, not the stuff all tourists see. He told his home was just a few miles away and he would be happy to take me. I asked him if it was safe for me to walk around on my own and he informed me I would be fine.
If you have read my Welcome Page you know that I don’t claim to be a writer, but it’s very difficult to enter this post without explaining how awesome this experience was. Our first stop was his neiborhood bar just so he could introduce me to his friends, which turned into about an hour of them showing me they could drink more than me. So after the “siesta” I ventured out into the village. About 30 minutes into my trip I met a little boy that would become my “friend” and tourguide. Keep in mind that I don’t speak a word of Spanish so this friendship was challenged from the start. My little friend took me all over the village and even into his own home, jabbering and smiling all the way.
As I have said, my photos speak louder than my written words so I’ll stop now and invite you to experience what I did in my visit to the “real Mexico”. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, or at least appreciate how fortunate I was in sharing a day in the life of “my little friend”.
