I Heart Mexicans.

Anyone who has spent ten minutes with me knows that I love Mexicans. All Latin Americans really. But especially Mexicans. Where this infatuation came from I don't exactly know. I spent my childhood growing up in the Yakima Valley where, due to agricultural reasons there is a high population of Mexicans. In high school Spanish class we had to make Spanish music videos and take dance and cooking lessons. I'm sure this had somewhat of an influence on me but what was it that caused me to only be able to fall asleep to Spanish music come nap time when I was young? What is it that makes me actually miss seeing Mexicans everywhere I go, now that I live in a city that is not as heavily populated with Latin Americans? I legitimately named my space man toothbrush Rodrigo and the tissue paper Spanish dancer hanging on my closet door Magdalena because I missed Spanish names. What is it that made me write "Own a Mexican Hacienda" on my bucket list?

Confession: I am not fluent in Spanish and I have never been to Latin America. Why then this genuine love? The answer is this. I don't know. What I do know is that I woke up this morning to a Mexican man singing Spanish songs outside my bedroom window. As much as I wanted to imagine him being my night in shining armor, it was our handy man instead. Even so, I was okay with it. My house is being repainted and had it not been for the serenading by this totally adorable older man I would have been real pissed that I woke up to scraping and a pressure washer. They have been here several days now, working hard and being awesome. There are two. An older man and a late twenty something or early thirty something. Perhaps a father-son duo. I have gone out to my car, the garbage can, the garden, and to get the mail about a gazillion times just so I can run into them and be greeted by a "Buenos dias Senorita" or a "Hola Senorita." Creepy? Maybe. A day-maker? Absolutely. Had it not been for these two lovely men and their pressure washer I would have surely had a much worse day. Gracias to my new Mexican friends.

P.S. This is one of my favorite Spanish songs. A little silly, sure. A lot awesome, you better believe it.