While driving down the Mexican highway I noticed a car pulled over to the side of the road. A few feet from the car was a small billow of smoke rising up into the sky. As we passed I saw an elderly man and woman sitting on makeshift stools beside a small campfire preparing their morning meal. (I smile and think to myself how much I enjoy living here.)
Over the last week I have thought many times about this scene. One so common in Mexico and absolutely unheard of in America. I can’t even count the times I’ve seen brick layers on their lunch break make a small fire to warm their lunch or in the winter months to warm their hands.
At first this sight was strange and unusual to me. But not now. It is a friendly reminder of the warm culture. People who are not in a hurry. People who would rather build a fire and eat a piece of roasted chicken or enjoy the warmth of the fire while heating up a pot of beans and some tortillas than drive through a fast food window. People who would eagerly share half their meal with you or me if we would take the time to visit while they were eating.
As I reminisce, I realize the admiration I have for this culture where: people are more important than things, and time is not money, rather something you fill. And although I enjoy living here immensely, I can’t fathom packing a lunch for our 15 hour road trip which would require such time consuming preparation…..
I am intrigued by their ways and continue thinking of that couple, sitting on the road side and I can’t help but wonder what they were heating over the fire that day.