I have liked Mexico every time I have visited, which was once. To be fair, I would have liked it more had it not been my mommy taking me to her "oh so great" Mexican dentist to like see about implants. The dentist did not wear gloves, his hands were hairy and it was just upsetting. I got sick about a week later. The good news was his price was artificially high so I could legitimately go to a REAL dentist to like, get the implants done.
The rest of it (I sat outside smoking, in Nogales, and everyone was like BEWARE THE DUDES and stuff which I thought was OTT) but anyway I was smoking and various vendors were like cajoling me to come look at their wares (I think) but I just started shrieking at them (I am loud) until they actually ran away saying the Spanish equivalent of "I am not a coyote," pretty much.
I would have enjoyed entering a "pharmacia" but like, my mom would not allow it, like I was gonna
buy some fake tramadol right under her NOSE or something. I was just curious what they had.
I did save her from instant death by snatching her off the road saying "Yes mom it is a crosswalk but you need to pay attention that no one in a car seems to care about that...." I also was able to purchase her an actual SUGAR Mexican cola by like letting her know that NO absolutely not would the Mexican soda vendor prefer pesos, and also showing her the little "bottle cap" thing where she could open it, after I sort of sign languaged the whole transition.
So I would very much say I acted like an American but DUDE the guys were loud about their wares, so I was loud back. It was fantastic, actually. Except for like, the dentist he was gross.
I will be learning Spanish though so I can be more culturally you know, with it. I really don't expect the totally harmless and really kind of sweet Mexican farmworkers I will be treating to know my language, and etc. We have translators... But I will learn anyway. I speak French that will make it harder/easier I'm thinking. I mean they're both romance languages.
Anna