That made me sad, and I wanted to say, "Not all Americans dislike Muslims." But I didn't speak up. I'm sure he has his stereotyped ideas, just as we have ours. It is good to learn about other cultures. After all, we are all human with the same basic needs.
He said many Americans retire there, and those who have set up businesses are well-respected in the community.
He tried to persuade us to move there. "You see? Very safe here. You retire, leave America in winter and come here. Maybe you stay, then fly your family in for holiday and send them back home. You have beach every day and have lunch on the beach with locals. Si?"
If that sweet man only knew how much I would love to take him up on his offer. See, reality set in the moment we left the open air double-decker bus and headed back to the ship on a motor coach. That will never happen.
There was an added bonus to this side excursion. As we were driving across the narrow bridge, I was gazing out the window into the turquoise sea, saying a little thank you prayer. A large sea turtle surfaced for a few moments, and I swear our eyes met! It was magical.
Well, now the trip to Mexico is a memory. A fond one, but my toes need sand and sea, not memories.
Heading to a family reunion today. Yes my people are in America, and I could never leave my Liam.
He went to the doctor with me and his mama to listen to his sibling's heartbeat this week. After the exam, he asked the OB, "Where's your suckahs?"
She said, "My patient's don't get suckers, but I have stickers." That thrilled him.
When I show him beach photos he begs me to take him to the ocean. I hope one day I can.