Two Days in Mexico
Part of my goal for this summer is to experience as much baseball as possible. As such, I couldn't pass up the Mexico Series. This year, MLB scheduled three, two-game, weekend series in Monterrey, Mexico. My two days in Mexico was the last of the three. The Angels were playing the Astros, so I got the chance to see Mike Trout a few more times as well. Outside - Estadio de Béisbol Monterrey The morning after my visit to Angels Stadium, I drove back to Los Angeles for the flight to Monterrey. I bought my plane tickets early so I could get the only nonstop flight on Delta. And I only fly Delta because the points get me perks. I have to say, I learned a few things on the trip. The good people of Mexico people have a sense of humor and are tolerant -- I'm very grateful for their help. I had a great time and saw a great example that “baseball is like a liquid.” Lessons Learned So what did I learn? Understand The Language - Even a Little Bit Silly me, I just got on a plane with a passport, camera, and iPhone and assumed that the Mexican would cater to my inability to speak the language. I jokingly tweeted about my lack of knowledge in Spanish and said I needed to prep better for the London trip. It was difficult to order at a restaurant, take an Uber or cab and so many more things. It's a good experience to have if you want to understand what refugees experience when they come to the U.S. Research is Good, as Well It would have been a good idea to research and find restaurants that made traditional Mexican food but accommodated English speakers. I didn’t do that. No Camera's Allowed Moreover, I didn't read about the stadium rules and learn that cameras were not allowed. I can get into ballparks with my camera and a short lens (55mm) and a small zoom lens (70mm to 250mm). Occasionally, I bring my long lens that extends to 400mm, and I can see players up close. So, I showed up with my small sling camera bag and security told me "no cameras!" What to do? I found an English speaking guy who worked with MLB security, and we discussed it. My suave, New York communication style did not change anyone's opinion. The result was, I couldn't come in with any cameras, and there was no place to store them. So I quickly jumped into an Uber and made a 45-minute round trip back to the hotel. I had a good Uber driver who waited while I went to my room and dropped off the camera. Luckily, I get to stadiums early, so I had time. Finally, I had to continue my tradition of buying the home team's cap at the stadium and taking a selfie in the stadium. To that point, I have a new page, devoted to the subject…