Mexico has
always left a bad taste in my mouth. I know that sounds slightly racist, but
just hear me out.
For full
effect, download “From This Moment On” by Brian White and Shania Twain and play
at maximum volume throughout the duration of this post.
When you hear
the words “Cabo San Lucas, Mexico” I’m sure the first few things that come to
your mind are spring break, bikinis, and shots of tequila. However when I think
of Cabo, I’m reminded of drug-addicted stepfathers and a return to an abandoned
house when I got home from my two-year religious experience, so you can imagine
my confusion as I sat with family just after 1 am eating fresh pollo tacos and
quesadillas off the grill.
Me: "What
the Hell am I doing here?"
Rachel:
"We’re all hungry and tired and this is when all the restaurants are the
most busy. People still need to eat after working all day long.”
Me: "No
I understand why we’re here eating and why the economy in this country pushes
vendors to keep their doors open nonstop, what I’m really trying to figure out
is what the Hell am I doing here on a Wednesday night in Mexico?”
Now you may be asking yourself the same question as to what caused me to hop into a car, drive
6½ hours to Los Angeles, fold myself into a cardboard box of an airplane for
another 2½ hours, waddle through the labyrinth of customs agents ensuring that
I wasn’t bringing any foreign hazardous materials such as gunpowder or
artichokes across the border, and then drive another 45 minutes to a two
bedroom shack on the beach. What in the name of everything logical was it that
possessed me to take a 1,241-mile road trip down to the southwestern tip of North
America?
It was for
something much more important than tacos at 1 am. It was for a wedding.
Weddings make
you do crazy things. I think every one of us can attest to that. There are a
slew of romantic comedies scripted with the premise that a lifetime commitment
between two individuals turns you into a loony. Julia Roberts has based her
entire acting career off of this premise, true story. Weddings make you nuts.
They create irrational decisions for rational people. They make you empty your
bank accounts and board planes for strange countries that don’t have basic
cable. I’m telling you, weddings are ludicrous!
This wild
wedding theory was evident two days following my just after midnight tacos, as
I stood barefoot with my family watching a Bishop conduct a marriage ceremony
half in broken English, and half in his native Spanish while the sun rose in
the background on Lovers Beach. I stood next to my Mom, and my sisters, my one
year-old niece Raleigh, and a few Mexican families and we watched the marital
exchanges between two young kids who decided one day to fall in love with each
other.
I know this
picture being painted is one of the most beautiful moments that even Nicholas
Sparks can’t paint in a series of romantic novels. And I’m willing to bet
nearly half the women reading this with misty eyes are envisioning their own
marriage ceremonies on a beach with dolphins in the background and their
closest friends surrounding them. Don’t lie ladies, everyone knows the truth.
You can go start pinning things to your Cabo San Lucas Wedding board once this
post is finished.
As we all
stood there on that beach and witnessed a display of the L-word, I found the
answer to the question I had been stewing over for a few days after eating
midnight tacos. It was not an emotional answer that I found, gratefully sobbing
over the exchange of vows, rings, and kisses. It was not a spiritual conviction
that shook my soul as the bonds of matrimony were forged that morning. I wish I
could tell you as I’m typing these words on the flight home that I felt at
peace and could sense the presence of my Dad with all of us there, but that
beyond the veil experience did not happen, and it was not the reason why I
stood on that beach.
The real
reason why I went to Mexico was just to be there for my sister. Because after
battling through so many years of depression and misery, every single one of us
deserves some kind of romantic wedding on a beach somewhere. And I didn’t want
to miss hers.
Cabo is a
unique place. It’s a second-hand world full of tequila bars, generic-brand
pharmacies, and tourist attractions to blow your savings on. It still does have
a rather bitter taste in my mouth, and I can’t promise that I will ever return
to that part of the world in the years to come. But as I stood on that beach
for a few minutes and watched my little sister live out her dreams, all of
those disgusting details of the past went by the wayside. Because at that
point, my sister and my family were happy.
And that is
what matters the most.
You are a great brother!!! So happy for your family!! You are and always are great examples of what families are supposed to be .....There for each other ,even if the location isn't your cup of tea !!
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