I’ve got to be honest – Things are going great right now. In fact, they’re not just going great, they’re fan-friggin’-tastic!
If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know that my daily tweets consist of quoting Almost Famous‘ infamous “It’s all happening!” whenever I get another piece of wonderful news regarding my plans for the new year. Of course, rather annoyingly, my “It’s all happening!”s are also pretty cryptic as I don’t want to announce any changes until everything’s set in stone.
On top of that, life in the UK after nearly six months is pretty good. I actually enjoy living with my parents, knowing that this’ll probably be the proper last time (as opposed to the last last time when I swore it would be the last time – Confused?); I get to see wonderful friends as often as I can; And I’ve got a temporary job that keeps me happy for now and helps pay the bills.
In spite of this, I have a constant nagging feeling that never seems to leave my mind. Every now and again, it hits my heart.
I miss Mexico. A lot. A lot a lot.
It’s not just a case of missing the excitement of being abroad, away from everything you grew up with and discovering a new culture. It’s more than that. Mexico changed me as a person, helped me grow up and discover more about myself.
On my first day of work in January last year, my boss said to me, “Mexico gets into your blood.”
It’s true. Sometimes I can’t believe I really left. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do and it’ll be worth it in the long run. But that doesn’t mean I wanted to leave.
I’m not done with that beautiful country yet and – to ensure I don’t drive the people around me crazy with my Mexico This, Mexico That (It’s been so hard to suppress everything) – I’m channelling my pinings into this blog and present you with Seven Things I Really Miss About Mexico …
1. People Who Can Dance
Music is everything in Mexico. If you’re not actively listening to it on the radio, on your iPod, at a party, or at a bar, you’re hearing it drift through the air.
As a result, most people who grow up there gain a sense of rhythm from the moment they’re born. They feel the music and know how to move with it. They communicate so many emotions with their bodies and it’s truly infectious.
Watching Brits flap their arms while drunk at a family wedding or random couples rub up against each other in a dark club while tacky generic music plays is not the same.
I miss the passion and the beat of a salsa. I miss having a partner to dance with and being led around the dancefloor. I miss watching old couples put on their best suits and dresses and go dancing in the neighbourhood plazas on a Sunday. I miss men actually having the courage to ask me to dance with them without being three sheets to the wind. I miss the fact that my friend Eduardo was teaching me how to salsa and that I was really improving.
As many gigs as I’ve been to this summer, music just isn’t the same here.