It is so closely our neighbor and the heritage of many a dear friend or co-worker and yet for all the grandeur of its landscape and culture, we fear it. The elegant architecture of old Europe, the ancient temples of early civilization lay shrouded from our view, withheld from inspiring our curious minds by a wall of violence and corruption.
A short while ago, my husband was nevertheless charged with traveling to Mexico City. There is always a thread of trepidation when a loved one goes so far away. This time it was no mere thread. Yet, it also proved to be one of the most fascinating and deeply moving explorations his business trips have afforded him so far.
Exploring a locale during a business trip is always a fast and furtive thing, but a connection need only take a moment. A brief stop at a cultural souvenir shop becomes a story, a glimpse into the magic of days gone by when humanity first began weaving a world of culture and technology around itself from…well in this case, an aloe plant more properly known as agave.
Set aside the image you have of the aloe plant that grew on you mother’s window sill with its tidy little pot and meet the version the ancient peoples of Central and South America knew. As tall as the man who is our guide and then again that wide, these plants produce a flower stalk as tall as a telephone pole. They are impressive, rather dangerous looking plants.
See here how much this one simple plant gave those ancient peoples, how clever they were to find uses for every part.
Our guide pulls his knife carefully around the thick leaf just below its blackened tip. With a twist and a yank he pulls the needle free and with it comes the fibrous threads.
How clever were the minds of the early peoples to discover these uses and so many more for just one plant. We marvel at the impossibilities of the pyramids and the palaces, the great roads and the aquaducts, but it is innovations of the everyman that make the story intimate, make us wonder, had we encountered this harsh plant in the desert, if we would have been so clever ourselves.
So much taken away from the world by a selfish few.
So Spake Me…
My husband met so many kind and generous people during his brief stay in Mexico City. With personal tours on their own time, associates showed him the wonders of their city with understandable pride. The photos he brought back were beautiful.
One associate claimed that Mexico simply had a bad marketing department. The violence occurred primarily to the north. Nothing ever happened in their part of Mexico City. This has a ring of logic to it. There are parts of L.A. I wouldn’t stroll with my children.
But if, within my small circle, I hear of one person’s co-worker being kidnapped at gunpoint and another person’s co-worker being carjacked by policemen, perhaps logic does not offer as much comfort as it should.
My aunt and uncle participated in an RV caravan through Mexico nearly a decade ago. They spoke of the beauty of the landscape dotted with more ancient ruins than one might realize, of startling poverty, of teenagers searching their RV with machine guns at the state borders. They said it was an amazing trip. They also
said they wouldn’t do it again these days.
So will I experience that trepidation the next time my husband is sent to visit that client? Probably. But I will also know that the proper precautions can mitigate most of the danger. (After all did not one of my small circle get mugged in downtown Portlandfor not taking the proper precautions?) And I will wish for him another moving and fascinating whirlwind tour due to the generosity of his new Mexican friends.
And thank you to them for keeping my husband safe.