Mexico welcomed me in a way I never expected. Spanish here felt warmer, more affectionate, filled with friendliness and love.

My most heart-touching moment happened at a taco stand in Oaxaca. I asked:

“Tres tacos, por favor.”
(Three tacos, please.)

The vendor smiled and handed me four.

“Para ti, amigo — uno más.”
(For you, my friend — one more.)

We talked for a long time. He shared stories of his family, traditions, and food — all in slow Spanish mixed with gestures. I understood much more than I expected, not because of language, but because of heart.

People in Mexico speak with kindness.
Every “¿Cómo estás?” feels sincere.
Every smile feels like a welcome.

Mexico taught me that language is not only spoken — it’s felt.