"So you might ask, what keeps us coming back to this god forsaken place of truck traffic, barking and now biting dogs and constant dust. Mexico, and especially this part of Mexico, is hard to describe in logical terms.
Mexico lives in your senses – the light is incredible, the sky such a brilliant blue, the smell of snow on the mountain (a tree with fragrant white flowers), jasmine and rosemary. The sound of crickets or cicadas at night and more songbirds than I could ever imagine waking you up in the morning (well after the trucks and dogs have done their thing and the roosters of course, lots of roosters –but they’re a bird aren’t they).
And the people – the women that owned the dog brought out ice for my wound and offered to pay for the doctor. Our neighbor offered to pay for my shot and he can’t even pay his electrical bill. Like I said, it’s hard to describe, you have to experience it." contributed by Diane Knight