Viva Mexico Viva Punta Mita

I’ve been living in Punta Mita & Mexico for almost for over 15 years. Sabine and I  built a life here.  Pay bills here. Buying groceries here. Living here.

And if you don’t know anything else about Mexico, know this:
Mexico is community first. It always has been. Mi casa tu casa – my home is your home and they mean it

This is the first time in those years that I can remember anything like this happening in our destination. The first time. Not «every weekend.» Not «constant chaos.» First time.

And no, Americans aren’t being targeted. They’re being fed.

Locals have been cooking meals, sharing resources, checking on neighbors, making sure no one goes without. That’s how this country works. When something happens, people don’t scatter. They come together.

Although that part doesn’t make the headlines. It’s weird how that works.

Now let’s talk about the comparisons I keep seeing.

Before you jump on someone’s page declaring how «dangerous» or «horrible» Mexico is, maybe pause for a second. Maybe think about the 26 mass shootings. The children in schools. The supermarkets. The churches. The movie theaters.

You’re comparing the murder of innocent people to burning buses and cars.

They’re not the same.

What happened here was a show of power and anger. Not a direct attack on civilians. Even when stores were bombed, workers were told to get out first. Let it sink in. They made sure people were out before anything went up in flames.

Is it ideal? Of course not.

Is it terrifying to watch? Absolutely.

But let’s not make it into something it’s not.

There’s a difference between violence directed at people and destruction intended to send a message. You may disagree with the method. You may condemn it. But at least understand what you’re seeing before you start writing essays in the comments.

Because from where I stand, the irony is strong.

We have entire communities in the United States practicing active shooter drills with their children. We have people who don’t go to concerts or parades without thinking about exits. We have news cycles that barely pause before the next tragedy.

So before you attack another country’s character, make sure you’re not looking in a mirror.

Mexico isn’t perfect. No country is. But what I’ve experienced here for almost a decade is family, resilience, generosity, and community in a way that honestly humbles me.

When something happens, neighbors knock on doors. Food is cooked in bulk. Messages go out checking on the elderly. People open their homes.

That’s the part I wish more of you could see.

It’s easy to judge from thousands of miles away. It’s harder to truly understand the culture you’re criticizing.

And let me be clear: I feel cared for here. I feel surrounded by people who are there for each other. That matters.

So before you comment on how «horrible» Mexico is, maybe take a step back. Maybe look at the bigger picture. Maybe remember that no place is immune to problems.

But not all problems are created equal. Perspective goes a long way.

Viva Mexico. Viva Punta Mita