People Everywhere...Introverts Beware!

Americans are cold. They are too private. They don't like people. Have you ever heard that? It is an unfair generalization. But I understand how it came to be. I don't think of myself as cold. I do, though, enjoy my solitude and I don't always enjoy unexpected guests at home in the States.

Oh, I would never say that...I am a Southern girl, after all. But I must say that, as all properly brought up women, I like to put on a show, if you will, for my guests. Pretty china, delectable treats, and well behaved shih-tzus.

 And frankly, my dear, that's just exhaustin'.

While my close friends and family, and even three of my neighbors to the right of us (because the ones on the left are just strange folk), would declare I was the most gracious hostess, most from the rest of the world might say I was aloof. The more generous may say I am a bit introverted.

So, how is it possible for me to love Latin America so much? How could I not? I have an especially soft spot for Mexico. This is a land of sun and color. It is a land of extremes. It is a land of starkness and lushness.

It is a land with very sociable people.

Every weekend, and really many evenings, to be honest, the town gathers in the plaza. Families with their giggling children, lovers whispering, old men debating. You want to find someone? Chances are they are here in the plaza. Vendors hawking aguas, tacos, paletas, y elotes. Mariachis! This is not some Disney World set. It's real life.

For all my "aloofness", once I step foot across the border, the gathering together, the barging in, the unexpected cake and coffee I host - I love it.

How could I not?

Leslie in Texas