It’s the amiable people.
I jumped on a bus one crisp morning recently headed out of the mountains toward Chihuahua City. It was early and I was waking up as were most of the people on the bus.
I paid the driver and turned up the isle mumbling “Buenas Dias” to an older guy in the front row. What came back was not just a response from him but a chorus- probably 20-25 Mexican voices- saying “Buenas Dias!” right back to me. In one of the simplest ways, it was heartwarming.
I felt welcomed. And that is one of the reasons I love that place- I am oftem made to feel welcome.













