SAYULITA
For the Love of Mexico
White Chedda
Chapter 13
Mascota on my Mind
Each of us needs something to look forward to.
Especially when we are being challenged.
A vacation, a holiday, a concert.
Motivators for the mind.
For me, that was Mascota.
And it was half a day away.
I said goodbye to Ramona and Irene in Mosco.
Their kindness had left a strong impression on me.
And I felt like they had taught me a lesson in being very specific with my questions so as to really gather a sense of how we can strengthen the relationships between the Mexican people, Canadians & Americans.
Within the first hour on the road I came to a river.
It was rushing pretty good but wasn't very deep.
The road was built to cross it. I was glad to have Go with me for stability but needed to make sure my
shoes and socks didn't get wet.
I walked across gently and on the other side started to put everything back on when a pickup truck approached and the man driving stopped to chat with me.
Juan Carlos was from the area and was a very sweet man. He wasn't sure which direction I was headed but offered to drive me across the river. I told him I had just crossed.
We talked for a long while.
I could tell my adventure was fascinating to him
and I was so grateful for that.
It was always uplifiting to meet people on the road who agreed with the importance of my mission because they themselves also felt that it was relevant and critical.
We parted ways but that would not be the end of our story. I kept on. Did not really have a concept of how many hours it would be to Mascota but I didn't really care. I just knew I would arrive in the middle of the day.
I was probably 12 kilometers outside of the city on the dusty road when a car came up behind me with music blaring. I stepped aside so it could pass but that wasn't the idea. This person also wanted to stop to chat and what happened next is something I will never forget.
The driver of the car was Idalia who hopped out joyfully and flashed me a big smile out from
behind brightly painted lips.
Idalia knew me!
She was part of team Nico but had not been able to make it to the gathering the other day at Gerardo's ranch.
Through the grapevine and social media she had heard the story and told me she was exhilarated to have the chance to meet in person. I was too. She was the most enthusiastic and energetic person I had met thus far.
I had been thinking about some ways in which I could collaborate with that political team during my time in the area and how Nico might also benefit from our relationship. After all, it was quite an epic story in the world of the ranch.
At some point the dirt road that I had been walking for 4 days merged into a highway flowing into Mascota.
I thought I was close but the sun bore down heavy and slowed my step on my first asphault since Vallarta.
When I got to the entrance of the town, and the big block letters so familiar in Mexico when welcoming visitors, I screamed at the top of my lungs and pumped my fist aggresively! Some people turned and stopped to stare. I know I must have been a sight, dirty with all my gear.
I had no money and I was hungry but not hopeless. I knew that I could perform in this town and one of my followers on Facebook was planning to meet me and spoil me a bit for a few days while I caught up on rest and writing. That was a blessing because it can feel like despair sometimes when we are at the bottom of the barrel on funds and have been throug
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