AN
AMERICAN WOMAN
LEARNS ABOUT MEXICO TIME
Kristy King
Fivedays
before I left the country, my 21-year-old
self finally got her drivers
license. Getting my drivers license
was one of the few areas in my life in
which I procrastinated and turned what
should have been a simple happy process
into a long and slightly painful one.
When I finally had that license in my
hand, boy was I proud! However, after
living in a small isolated town in Mexico
with sand roads where you drive as you
please, that license seems
inconsequential. A lot of things we
Americans worry about now seem
insignificant.
But Im not here
to preach or to lecture. I simply want to
bring alive a wonderful experience from
Baja California Sur, Mexico, and what it
taught me. In Baja, there is American
timeon the dot, followed to the
number, and there is Mexico
timeanywhere from 15 minutes early
to an hour late is acceptable.
Mexico time is not just
a custom: its a way and a choice of
life. The choice is to experience a life
not controlled by time, impossible
deadlines, hitting all the green lights,
and taking every little cent off income
taxes. The point is to live life happily,
fully, to the most satisfied
leveland then, only then, to make
money and meet reasonable deadlines.
Until I went to Baja I
was not aware of how fully I had lived
life on "American" time. Last
year I was an 18-credit hour (full course
load) college student who was a CA
(community adviser, otherwise thought of
as a residence hall mom, monitor, and
organizer), a stage manager (six nights a
week and many additional hours), a
friend, a daughter, a sister, and someone
constantly striving toward perfection.
In Mexico, these many
details and roles seemed to slip away. I
was still a student, sister, and
daughter, but I was also someone who took
time for me and to appreciate what others
and the world had to offer. One image
especially comes to mind. Picture sand
roads, sand dunes, sand beaches, and sand
all over any clothing you have on. Then
look beyond the sand to the sparkling
water, and behind the water keep gazing,
on out into the distance, where you spy
jaw-dropping glimpses of red mountains on
neighboring islands.
Many times I stood at
the front of campus, sat on the beach, or
planted myself in the sand marveling at
this view. Not just due to the view
itself but also because I was reminded of
how many awe-inspiring vistas there are
in the States and how many I see every
dayyet I couldnt describe a
single one in detail.
Another memory is of a
time in which my worries, especially
about money, seemed to slip away. It
happened on a hot, sunny day, when we
were interviewing members of the
community about issues relating to sea
turtles. After already having been given
free, homemade, still-warm,
mouth-watering tortillas, we went to
another house to begin another interview.
Over the course of the visit we were
invited to a huge party and given mangos
that the owner had picked from his tree
and cleaned for us.
What made this memory
stand out is that the house these people
were living in was marked by poverty
according to American standards. Yet
there we were, being offered food, drink,
and a good time. For those few minutes my
fears over loans, getting a paying job,
and covering the bills went out the
window; I remembered that money does not
have to be the ruling factor in my life.
What I learned in Mexico came not
just from the classes and exercises we
were involved in but from the effects of
each experience we were offered and the
ongoing shifts in my outlook on life.
Whether the experience came from a ponga
(motorboat) ride, from a time around a
bonfire with a group of friends, or from
listening to the staff and the culture, I
learned. What I learned is this: Life
is a journey. Maybe to some degree I
already knew that, but now Im more
willing to experience life that way.
Im saddened to
realize Ive already lived 21 years
on this earth and have done so much but
taken time to remember so little. As I
journey from now on, it will be more
important to me to take time to remember
while living and learning from life. I
also am reminded that even when things
seem to be colliding at the breakneck
pace of a race car, theres much to
be taken in, learned, and loved amid the
chaos.
I guess I have two
choices: to be stressed out, running
around at the pace of American
timeor to live with having a few
things not get done, to accept that
Im not perfect, and to live at the
pace of Mexico time. So, there you have
it, my goal: to live as an American but
to allow myself to mix in living as a
Mexican might. Implementing that goal
will itself not be easy or quick. Yet as
one of our Mexico group leaders, who I
think has already met this goal through
his dedication not only to his job but
also to himself and the environment,
liked to put it, "No worries."
Kristy King is
in transition between several
Pennsylvania, Washington, D.C., and
Virginia settings, having just finished
college at Eastern Mennonite University.
She is exploring options and hoping one
of them will help her decide which
direction the next stage of her life will
take.
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