We set out from Lexington, Kentucky … a big little town back then, and we drove to Mexico. We were there for almost two months … wandering from one end to almost another getting as far south as Acapulco. There, at our hotel, at the pool, I saw a girl that caught my eye.
In 1956, when I was 12, my father bought a new Chevrolet station wagon, it was the 1957 model. It was white and gold like the picture below.
https://auto.howstuffworks.com/1957-chevrolet-two-ten.htm
https://www.google.com/maps/place/Acapulco,+Guerrero,+Mexico/@16.8356128,-99.9323487,12z/data=!3m1!4b1!4m6!3m5!1s0x85ca5785aece50c9:0x9801d8f78a90a4e3!8m2!3d16.8531086!4d-99.8236533!16zL20vMHBfZg?hl=en
My father had his 50th birthday and he had retired. He saw that the world was going through many changes, and he did not think he could keep up with them anymore. He thought that if we moved to Mexico, life would be simpler again, and his money would go further. My mother did not like this idea. So, we came back home and he sold the car.
When we got back home … no one wanted to hear my stories of our trip. No one wanted to look at the photographs. Not at school, or in my neighborhood.
But, a few years later … I got this record album … and there was a song. And, later, another one.
While in Mexico … I wondered why there had to be two countries?
Why not one?
I’ve had the same thought about Canada.
I’m a car guy, and I’ve seen cars like the one we had at car shows over the years, and seeing one brings back a rush of memories.
This was, undoubtedly, a great adventure, and the highlight of my youth.
I was sure that some day, I’d repeat the trip. But, it never happened. But, I still have the songs.
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