My mission trip to Zhijuatanejo, Mexico was a life-changing experience for me.
Living Conditions
There was no air conditioning in any of the homes, which made the heat almost unbearable at times, and knowing that it is like that all year round, with no break during a winter season, opened up my eyes to what a privilege it is just to have AC. Many people lived in almost makeshift homes, often lacking solid walls or roofs. Clean water was not easily accessible, and grocery stores were frequently out of stock of essential items, leaving locals with limited options for food. Many people didn’t have cars, relying instead on walking long distances or using unreliable public transportation.
The Dump
The most heart-breaking thing I saw was when we visited the dump, where many people lived and worked for just 5 pesos a day. People were living among not just the smell of all the trash, but with stray cats and dogs that were missing legs, and swarms of birds that would come to eat the trash. There were also many children who took care of themselves during the day while their parents sorted the trash, with some children who didn’t have any parents being cared for by the others.
The People
What amazed me, however, was the kindness of every single person I met. They were all incredibly welcoming, always inviting us into their home. No matter how little they had, it wouldn’t stop them from preparing meals for us just to make sure we felt like honored guests. It was humbling to see their joy and gratitude despite not having the best living conditions.
Fun Fact
One funny thing I learned was that most of the “Mexican food” we know and love here in America, is not Mexican at all. I ate tacos every single day, and when I asked them about burritos and fajitas, they didn’t even know what I was talking about!
What I Learned
This trip changed my perspective on life, making me realize things like maybe I don’t need that pair of sneakers or those $100 jeans. I learned how much I take for granted, even something as simple as having hair ties, and how little I truly need to be content. The people of Mexico taught me the value of gratitude for the simple things, and the importance of community.
