During the ride I got a chance to view quite a bit of this. No silly, I'm talking about the boys fixing their motorcycles.
I also received quite a bit of this from all the women and men in Mexico. Truly amazing people and my heart is still there. They hosted me while I was sick (food poison), they got me medical care and fed me. Lalo and I were able to stay in the safety of her home 2 nights. Lalo is my hero that rear ended his bike in Monterrey Mexico on our way back, will blog about that in another entry. He is my hero because he rode hundreds of miles through the most dangerous mountains in southern Mexico to find me as I was alone.
The Mexican women are truly amazing with huge hearts and willing to share all they have with you. Her husband rode hundreds of miles to escort Lalo and I around Mexico City because riding through that city was too painful and dangerous on our way down. He took us around a safe, expensive toll road, a longer ride but we were safer without all the city traffic. While we were riding with her husband, one of the saddle bags on his bike broke loose. I was about 100 feet from him and almost ran over the bag in front of me. My quick reaction saved me from going down that time dodging that bag. We pulled over and we managed to get all his stuff from the ride of the highway. Somehow he managed to bungee tie his bag. He is such a nice man. He rode with us as far as he could to ensure we were safe. My heart will always be with this couple in Mexico.