In February, I got to take a trip to El Potrero Chico, a climbing destination in Hidalgo, Nuevo León, Mexico. It was my third time visiting, the first being ten years ago in 2016. It hasn’t changed drastically in that time, which I found refreshing. More places offering lodging and food and maybe a little less “dirt bag.” But the grocery store felt the same and the dogs are as welcoming as I remember them being, except for maybe a few that were held captive behind a gate.

The climbing is exciting, with so many multi pitch bolted routes. We encountered unusually hot weather, 99 degrees Fahrenheit, which limited our selections to shady routes only. Occasionally we got roasted by the sun at the top of the climb. But what a treat to spend several days climbing high up on limestone.

I practiced my Spanish, and Leo, who graciously prepares delicious food for hungry climbers every night of the week, reminded me of the Spanish words for brains and tongue, los sesos y la lengua, some culinary treats that I tried on my last visit there. Leo’s hospitality is unmatched and I don’t think he has visibly aged at all in ten years although it is constant work to host that many climbers.

Upon my return home I learned of the military operation and death of cartel leader Nemesio Rubén Oseguera Cervantes, known as "El Mencho” and subsequent violence and destruction. And it seems the news reel has been comprised of destruction since.

And what I keep returning to as some kind of solace is the kindness and hospitality I felt while being a foreigner, stumbling through a different language in a different place. Muchas gracias. I will pass it on.