Mexico? Seattle? Mexico? Seattle?

So the year of the Pandemic has pushed us all to the edge, or wall, as I've repeatedly said. We've had to re-think how life is and come up with the best game plan for our own individual families. While our family is so incredibly lucky; we've had our health, we've been lucky to online/homeschool with another amazing family and we are still employed. In this global reckoning we know this is not always the case. And want to recognize not only the luck but the priveledge of it. As a momma of smaller kids I also know my duty is to filter for them, teach them, and hope that they realize the little things are to be cherished and humbled. With that, I decided in October to move the family down South for a few months and expose them to other cultures in a completely Covid-safe way. We oscillated back and forth for months on whether we really should go, how safe will we be, how safe will we be for others, is it worth it, will we be welcome and so on and so on. And then cases of Coronovirus jumped radically. We've mostly stayed to ourselves in the last few months, minus a weekly Grocery run or our one family we online School with. We double masked (well, we still do) and practically bathe in soap and hand sanitizer. And then, the night before we left, we made the final...yes...no...yes...no...yes...no...OK, yes. Let's start driving. Let's stop if we feel uncomfortable. And South we headed. We drove 4 days in the snow...I mean come on, it even snowed in ARIZONA. We had changed our route at the last minute to go a less populated route, which included through Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Nevada and Arizona. We then stayed a week in Arizone to test and isolate. And then...it began, the true test of can I remember any Spanish or hear a damn thing anyone is saying with their masks on....