I always say the trick is actually going back...the best part is when you decide to stay, forever. And then one day you wake up and realize that 20 years have gone by, just like that. Mexico is a magnet that attracts some and repels others. There is no "neutral", in fact, there is no "no", there is only a visceral and wild abandonment to the whims of the Virgin of Guadalupe, once you understand that, it doesn't matter if you believe in her or not, you're already past the point of no return. It is at that precise moment in time that: masked lucha libre, voluptuous buxom weather forecasters, adding chile and lemon to most things, buying beer and gas by the liter, starting a party at midnight, singing when you can't hold a note, celebrating until you lose your shoes and forget where you parked, all make perfect sense!