Ana, Paulina and Liz are my best friends and sisters, they just belong to different parents. Together we can go anywhere or do anything and feel comfortable and safe because we know we have each other. Ana and Paulina are sisters and their family is from a little town in Jalisco, Mexico called Pegueros. It’s a tiny Catholic town where everyone knows everyone else’s business. The summer after Ana and I graduated, the four of us went to that town for a month. Because it is such a small town, not many people know English. It was a challenge for Liz and I to communicate with the friends we made there, but somehow we used the few words we knew and Ana and Paulina’s help to get by.
I felt reassured knowing I had my best friends with me, and being with Liz made me feel more comfortable saying “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Spanish,” because I knew we would both be using that phrase a lot during the trip. The first day we were there, we went with Ana and Paulina’s family to their ranch. The weather was beautiful, The ranch was huge, and Ana’s uncle, Tio Arturo, even brought his horses so we could ride them all throughout their land. It was an amazing welcome, and her family was so patient and kind. But I knew that that evening would be much more difficult because we were going to meet with Ana and Paulina’s long time friends, and I was nervous that they wouldn’t accept us.
When we met everyone that evening, they seemed curious. They were all very friendly and inviting, but after a few hours Liz and I began to notice that they seemed uncomfortable. They felt bad because they couldn’t communicate with us. I’ve had friends come to America that came not speaking English and I always felt badly for them because I couldn’t communicate. I never realized how uncomfortable it would feel being on the other end. The next few days that passed, Liz and I picked up a lot of phrases and words and by the end of the month, we were able to communicate with the friends we had made. Maybe not in perfect sentences, but they understood us.
Two years later, I returned to Pegueros with Ana and Paulina and was pleasantly surprised. All the friends I had made the last time we had visited remembered my name and told me how much they missed me. The experience was hard and nerve racking at times, but I wouldn’t trade the adventures, memories and friends I made there for the world.
And in case you were wondering, I’m going again this summer in June. I hope they’re ready for me!