From the bustling dusty street market of Tonalá to spending Mother's Day with the Virgin of San Juan, from taking a ramshackle pickup truck tour of the lesser-known neighborhoods of Lagos with the now world-famous Luis to designing a new publicity campaign for the Primera Plus bus line, from breaking the Guinness book record for Mexican map puzzling to witnessing a veritable owl attack in the Mexican futbol playoffs, Z & H left their mark, and Mexico will never be the same.
The photos – and unforgettable soccer story – that we’ve posted over the past few days only tell a few sliver-sized slices of our time together, but I’ll post a few more anyway, hopeful that they’ll convey a just a bit of the, well, bonanza of fun that we had in the company of our friends.
|Z&H's Mexican Experience|
I began the week thinking of how grateful I felt for our friends' visit, given how tenuous it seemed only two weekends ago, and I end the week with that same single overwhelming feeling: Gratitude, a grace-rooted word that feels like rain in this desert of a place. Would that we would carry these memories with us through the – can it be? – less than two months that remain in our Mexican journey…