In need of real-world education
I was fortunate enough to be born in the 1960s in “Alta California”*. In spite of growing up in Los Angeles, I was a sheltered, Anglo kid of the suburbs. I knew surprisingly little about México beyond clicheed stereotypes. I had no Mexican friends, nor had I ever set foot on Mexican soil. I knew there was more, a mystery, and thus began my dreams. This story is about my re-education, with the “real world” as my teacher. Armed with basic Spanish language skills, my backpack, and a sense of great openness and determination, I set out on the path of adventure.
Getting off the beaten path in Mexico
