The kindness of the Mazatlán locals
Everyone here greets you. The hotel staff, pulmonia drivers, passersby en la calle (I’m learning!). Buenos dias, buenas tardes, hola, buenas noches, adiós. What a nice way to go through life, right?
Here, people are not glued to their phones – they walk, eyes up, meeting your gaze, greeting you with a smile. I’m generally the one shocking strangers by locking eyes with them at home, but in Mazatlán, I’m the one surprised. Everyone is so present, so open, so warmly engaging. How it feels for this to be the norm, rather than the exception; my touchy-feely European roots are intoxicated by it.
There’s much to be said of the power of facing the world head on, of staying open to others, of untethering ourselves from our phones. But there’s something else going on here too. You know what happens when strangers are constantly wishing you a good day? You have one. Fancy that.