The hillside villages surrounding San Cristóbal de las Casas
As someone who had never lived for any significant amount of time outside of the USA, I always knew that this trip would open my eyes a bit and help me see things better from another perspective. I had the privilege of meeting some fantastic people from all over the world in college and in my adult life, so I had at least some exposure to different viewpoints. But actually going and getting to see these places and talk to the locals in person was always going to be a more visceral experience.
Throughout my travels in Mexico I met some wonderful and interesting people from all walks of life. Through those connections and just through spending time in Mexico I was able to understand Mexican culture and the Mexican people at least a little bit. I was lucky to get to meet a cross-section of the population while I was there. From cab drivers and local taco shop owners to PHD students and larger business owners, along with plenty of expats and tourists from all over the world.
I wrote in my personal blog a bit about a couple of connections that were especially touching for me, which I made during the relatively short amount of time that I spent exploring the tiny little villages around San Cristóbal de las Casas in southern Mexico. I figured I’d share those experiences here, which are just a few of the many great learning experiences that I’ve had so far, and hopefully of the many more that are still to come:
Connections
In addition to the spectacular scenery, the little indigenous villages around San Cristóbal are some of the major draws. I had so many interesting and heartwarming conversations with the locals here, and my only regret is that most of the indigenous people don’t like to have their photos taken (I asked several times), so I wasn’t able to capture some of the beautiful moments I experienced.
The first experience was at a tiny little taco stand/mini snack store along some random, little road north of San Cristóbal. I stopped there to grab a snack, and enjoyed 3 peso tacos (about 15 US cents each), which even for Mexico is absurdly cheap. Usually when I ride up on my big motorcycle with the big top case and side cases, I’m immediately met with a barrage of questions about it: How much does it cost? How fast does it go? Where did you come from on that thing?
After answering all the normal questions, I asked the shop owner about himself. He was originally from that village, but for several years he had lived and worked illegally in the USA, until his father had passed away and he had had to return home. Growing up with next to nothing, he saved up his money while he worked in the USA (in addition to sending a lot of it back home to support his family), and when he returned to Mexico and to his little village he was able to open that little shop and support his family through that business. The way he talked about his time in the USA, it was obvious that he basically did nothing but work and sleep the entire time he was there: “pura trabajo” (pure work) was the way he described it.
After chatting for maybe 45 minutes, I eventually continued on my way, thinking that that would be that. But a few days later I was north of San Cristobal again and decided to stop by there for a snack and to say hi again. This time the young man brought his 6 month old first-born son out to say hi, and sat with him bouncing on his leg with his big, brown eyes staring at the weird foreigner with his motorcycle. It was such a beautiful moment so I asked for a photo, but sadly (though not surprisingly) he said no, without really giving an explanation. But I can understand that, they’re very private in that part of the country and especially don’t like having foreigners take photos of them. Still, the image of him with his son bouncing on his leg is captured vividly in my memory, and I’m really glad to have gotten the chance to share it with him and his new family.
The second vivid memory I have with the locals in that area was with a slightly older man that had a little auto repair parts shop just north of San Cristóbal. I was riding along the road when it suddenly started to rain fairly heavily. I saw a little metal awning on the side of the road so I quickly road underneath it with the bike to wait out the rain shower. I stepped inside to see if it was alright if I waited there, and I met a friendly man who was probably about 40 who pulled out a chair for me to sit on and chatted with me while I waited for the rain to subside. He had a pretty similar story of working for a few years in the USA as the other man, but had been back in Mexico for about 10 years now. When I asked him about it, he was extremely grateful of his time spent in the USA and said that he owed all that he had around him (pointing to the little shop itself) to the time he had spent there. As the rain started to die down, he gave me some peaches from his tree, and then went to roust his family to wave as I rode away. Before I left he told me to stop by his shop if I was ever in the area again and even offered me a place to stay in the future.
Neither of the two men I met are at all wealthy by Mexican standards (and they’d be considered barely scraping by in the USA), but after working hard for several years (and not seeing their family at all during that entire time), they were able to build a better life for themselves back home where by continuing to work very hard they can at least support a family. Even with how divisive the topic of illegal immigration is back in the states, I imagine that most Americans would deeply empathize with these two men if they had the chance to meet them and see what they’d been through just to try and build a better life for their family.
final thoughtS
Those two men were just a few of the many people that I have met and had warm connections with during my travels, but for me they illustrated perfectly the beauty of traveling. After those experiences I left with a slightly different perspective on the world we live in, one that would have been hard to arrive at without getting out of my usual bubble back home. I left San Cristóbal with just a little bit better understanding of the world, and more excited than ever about continuing my wandering and see some more of it.