México is my adopted home. I love its colors, beauty, vibrant life. And people, so kind, welcoming and humble. And industrious. I admire their ability to create something beautiful from seems like nothing. They will weave a palm frond into a bracelet or a hat. Peel and carve mangos into delicious flowers on a stick. Women clustered under the bridge, expertly shaping mango flowers for the family to sell. They are sold for 90 pesos and are so sweet and delicious. Their husbands carry the flowers in Coca-Cola crates with fresh watermelon, cucumber and jicama. They walk on the hot sand, dressed in white protecting them from the sun.
There is always a shaker of chile to add heat to the cool fruit. Mexianos like it “dulce y picante.”