Oh, Mexico
Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple I just got to go The sun's so hot I forgot to go home Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinking low The moon's so bright like to light up the night Make everything all right (James Taylor) Oh, Mexico. The James Taylor song my dad has been playing ever since I received my call played in my head as we flew over Mexico for the first time and me and the other American missionaries frantically tried to understand and fill out our Spanish Immigration forms. I am currently in the suburbs of Hermosillo with my companion Elder Santamand from Veracruz. As you have probably guessed, I can’t really understand too much of the people I get to talk to. Sometimes I can get in a few words or understand a phrase here and there. But these interactions usually end with blank stares of confusion from both parties. The heat of Hermosillo is a cruel joke for the people here to laugh at or to give a tired nod of understanding. I feel ...