Our first week in Mexico flew by in the best possible way! We were in full vacation mode—soaking in the sights, getting our bearings, and diving headfirst into daily adventures. We went on all the guided history tours (of the places we have visited south of the border, my favorite historic characters are nuns… I have to tell you more about them in a different post) indulged in some seriously delicious food, and got a feel for the local scene—taxis, food, extracurriculars, etc.
After three blissful days of living the dream, we felt ready to settle into our Airbnb and get back to the swing of things (aka work and school). Check out this little video of us cruising through the neighborhood:
Then came week two, and wow, what a shift. We hit a speed bump where the kids and I didn’t feel comfortable (The husband seems just fine, either he is putting on a brave face for us or he is the most adaptable human being on the planet). We were homesick—for friends, Astrid (the dog), books, pillows, blankets, kitchen gadgets, big screen TVs, comfy couches, boba tea cafés, our trusty SUV… You name it, we missed it. We fell into what I’m calling “the pit of despair” for a full day at the start of week two. To make things even trickier, that same day we had four mini power outages, the internet decided to quit on us, and an important meeting got cut off. That wasn’t so great.
Cue my emergency comfort kit: cozy green sweater, face mask, candle, coffee, and the fluffiest socks I could find. The kids only managed a half-day of school before we all needed a break. I even made a quick run to the store to grab a few essentials to make our Airbnb life a little easier—and, honestly, it made a huge difference the next day.
By the end of week two, we had an epiphany: traveling like this is a constant trade-off. Experiencing new cultures up close, learning history where it happened, tasting the best local food, and seeing jaw-dropping sights all come at the cost of comfort. But here’s the thing: discomfort is where the magic happens. It pushes us to grow and get creative, and that’s a trade I’m totally willing to make – at least for a while 😅
We’re still learning to adapt (hopefully quicker each time), and my goal is to focus on looking ahead instead of missing what’s behind us. We’ve got a few thousand miles in front of us after all.
Thanks for tagging along on this wild ride! Stay tuned for more tales from the road.
If you still want to hang out around here, I leave you with a few friendly critters that have paid us a visit in the backyard:
