There is nothing worse in life than spending it living in FEAR…

Mexico

It was a wonderful experience to say the least…

We stayed in a very small town two hours outside Guadalajara, the capital of Jalisco. This is the kind of place where all the people know each other by name, and who is related to whom. As soon as we arrived at the house where we stayed, neighbors began asking who we were and where do we come from? This is also the kind of place where men ride horses on the pebble-stone roads to get from one part of town to the another (loved to see that – soooo sexy, I so wanted to be taken for a ride, but women in Mexico don’t do that, but then again, I am from California!!!), and where on any given afternoon as you walk to the plaza for ice-cream or an afternoon treat everyone says “hello!” and “have a nice day”; people have time to sit and visit with each other. People may be poor, but they don’t know it, and so they are very happy (comes to mind something I once read, “The happiest people are not the ones who have a lot of money, but the ones who need the least”). The smell of wood burning in the afternoon will forever remind me of Mexico. I was born in Mexico City and moved to California when I was ten… so this was all so very new to me. I got to experience the real Mexico, its people, food, culture and passion and it was more wonderful than I could have ever expected. We were busy the entire time, waking at the crack of dawn by the sound of a rooster and on the go until way into the night, visiting other small town where we got to try different foods (Oh.. the food…!!! It was wonderful!! Best Mexican food EVERRRRR… everything is home-made. The meat, fresh from that morning, I could go on and on and on about the food… I probably put on 10 lbs. in the four days we were there, really!)

My spiritual experience is so intense and personal that is difficult to express, and I want to keep it private. What I can say is that I have never felt closer to God and more at peace than how I feel now.

I would like to report that I did not have one drop of tequila until the last day at the airport waiting for our flight back, however I did bring back a few bottles!!!

Faith, Hope and Action…

Faith, Hope and Action…

I am about to embark on a pilgrimage. I am leaving to a place in Jalisco, Mexico named San Juan De Los Lagos. A bit of history:

“It is best known as the home of a small image of the Virgin Mary called Our Lady of San Juan de los Lagos or in Nahuatl Cihuapilli, which means “Great Lady.” Since the first major miracle ascribed to her in 1632, she has been venerated especially for cases involving mortal danger. The miracles ascribed to her have made the basilica in which she is found a major tourist attraction, which has shaped the town’s history to this day. “

“The town was then called San Juan Mezquititlan Baptist but its name was changed to San Juan de Los Lagos in 1623.[3] According to local legends, that year the daughter of some local Indian peasants fell ill, her parents prayed for her health, and the young girl recovered. Following this miracle, the statue began to be venerated by an increasing number of pilgrims including Indians, Spanish and mestizos.”

I am traveling with my sister and we are both very excited about this trip even though we are only going to be there for four days.

Although I have  kept a very strong faith through this ordeal, going to visit this place is a way to manifest my belief in miracles and to find a place here on earth where I can feel closer to God… without having to go visit Him in person (spirit) LOL…

Oh, did I happen to mention that Jalisco is where Tequila originated– this is the place where it all started…. Happy face!  There is a possibility that while my sister is praying in church, I might be Tequila tasting! -- kiddin'.....   I'll bring back pictures ...