The first time my mom came to Mexico, she was stunned. My dad hopped on his father's horse as if he'd been doing so his entire life. (He had). This past trip, I was able to truly appreciate his country boy-ness; in addition to the sincere warmth and kindness of my grandparents, extended family, and their neighbors. But, not before surviving the bumpy 4-hour ride from the Guadalajara airport.