8. Aldo – Integrity in Simplicity: Resisting the Loss of Meaning in a Changing Mexico

A soulful local voice standing firm against the erosion of culture, tradition, and meaning in a rapidly changing Mexico. 🇲🇽 Aldo opens up about the pressures of commercialization, the ethics of tequila production, and the quiet power of living simply and authentically. From his philosophy on slow living and daily joy, to his insights on artisanal vs. industrial tequila, this is a heartfelt dive into Mexican identity, sustainability, and ancestral wisdom.

In a rapidly changing world, simplicity often feels like a lost art.

Today, in the vibrant coastal town of Sayulita, Mexico, we meet Aldo, a man embracing a beautifully simple life amidst the pressures of modernity and globalization. Through Aldo’s eyes, we’ll explore what it truly means to preserve integrity and find happiness in simplicity.

This is a story about resisting the loss of meaning, about choosing simplicity with integrity, and about seeing Mexico beyond the clichés.


“When I see that identity—our identity as Mexicans—gets generalized, or is taken up by other cultures as something stereotypical… on one hand, I feel… it makes me laugh, but not in a critical way. In fact, I actually find it—through my sense of humor—a little funny.

“If I see some gringo wearing a sombrero and saying ‘Happy Cinco de Mayo!’—not knowing that it’s not our Independence Day—it makes me laugh. But at the same time… I see it as an opportunity. An opportunity for them to learn something different.”

The humor is real. But so is the misunderstanding.

Cinco de Mayo isn’t Mexican Independence Day. It commemorates the Battle of Puebla, where Mexico defeated the French in 1862. Yet it’s often reduced to dollar margaritas and fake mustaches.

“No, we don’t eat Taco Bell. But that’s one thing—laughs—that’s the one rule: never mention Taco Bell. Cinco de Mayo? Okay, that’s understandable. But Taco Bell? No. laughs Still, I find it really funny, and honestly, it feels like a little show of affection.

“Because we also believe that all Americans have guns in their homes. I mean, that’s something we generalize too.”

We laugh—because it’s easier than getting angry. But beneath the laughter lives something sacred:  a desire for depth, not decoration. A hunger for meaning over noise, for slow beauty in a rushed world.


“For me, living a simple life means moving at your own pace, taking your own steps—no matter how long it takes. Whether it’s choosing to make breakfast at home, or walking five kilometers with a señora just because you enjoy her company. Getting back home might take you two hours… it’s not fast, it’s not efficient, but it’s your way of doing things.

“That’s what makes it simple. And you like it that way.”

But living simply isn’t without conflict. Even Aldo has faced pressures to abandon simplicity for more conventional success. Yet, he resists.

“Yes. In the past, I felt pressure to give up a simple life—mainly because of work. They needed me to work 10 hours a day, for less than minimum wage, and to commute to the other side of the city.

“That was about 6 or 7 years ago. And it wasn’t something I liked. I didn’t enjoy that typical routine. I’d rather work here with these people.

“I don’t know what next week will look like, but that’s something I enjoy now. I don’t have much free time, but I’m not being chased around by someone with a clipboard. I still feel pressure—but I don’t like it.”

 “And what made you resist?”

 “Mmm… happiness, I think. I’d rather feel mentally at peace than have money and be stressed. [laughs] Yeah.”

This mindset didn’t appear from nowhere—it’s deeply rooted in Aldo’s upbringing.

“I feel like it comes more from the values I was taught at home—by my parents.  Because yeah, my parents had their own pet business. They could’ve expanded, made more money, but they chose instead to live a more relaxed and simple life that still supported all of us—me and my siblings. We had food on the table, didn’t pay rent, and we were able to take vacations regularly—sometimes even more than once a year. They could have done more, but they chose to take a step back.

“And I think that’s where my mindset comes from: doing things… How do I say this… if, I have a formula that already works— why change it? 

“I decided to come visit them because it had been a long time since I’d seen them, and I just wanted to stay for three weeks. And honestly, I think I’m still in those “three weeks.” I arrived with a backpack, a couple changes of clothes… and never went back.”


Aldo recalls a legendary story his father told him, illustrating the essence of simple living.

There was a fisherman on the beach. Every morning, he’d go out to pull in his nets and come back on his boat, with his cooler full of ice, and he’d sell the fish to the people nearby. He’d save a couple for himself—for lunch and dinner. And the rest of the day, he’d just chill in his hammock.

“One day a gringo comes along and says, “Hey, why don’t you open your own store and start putting all the fish in there? You could buy more refrigerators and have everything available for a lot more people. And then, after like 20 years, you’ll have saved enough to retire.”

“And the fisherman says, “Well… I’m already doing that. I’m already saving for myself. I relax every day in my hammock with my caguama (a big beer).”

“You don’t need a luxurious life. Just a simple one.”

 “As Mexicans, we almost always end up doing what we want. That’s something I feel others will never fully understand. I’ve seen it—not with everyone—but I’ve seen some Americans try to change certain customs. They’ve tried… but they won’t change.

“Like the fireworks, for example—people say they bother animals. I’m sorry, but in small towns, on farms, in our traditional Mexico—things like that aren’t going to change anytime soon. It’s not something that’s going to “progress.” It’s something that will always stay with us.”

There’s a friction here. Foreign values versus cultural rhythm. Sometimes things don’t need to be fixed, they need to be accepted.


 So where does someone begin—if they really want to know the true heart of Mexico?

 “You have to understand—we’re very open people. We can welcome a lot of people with open arms. But to tell someone ‘I love you,’ ‘you’re family to me’—that’s hard. There are steps. These things take time.

“You’ll always be welcome, but there are things that can’t be rushed.

“And it has happened to me a lot with foreigners, that I meet them and they’re telling me: ‘Ah, I love you, I love you.’ And I say: ‘Thank you… but I don’t feel the same. I’m sorry, but I need time. I need to get to know people.’

“We’re passionate people. That’s something you’ll need to get used to—these kinds of things take time.  It’s not like a telenovela.

“And we’re dramatic. We live for the drama.”

This isn’t a telenovela. It’s real life—unpolished, passionate, and beautifully slow.


And while some stereotypes sting, others? We claim them with a smile.

At the end of the day, I feel like most of us… yeah, we are a stereotype. If you ask me, ‘What’s your favorite food?’  Tacos. Tacos! [laughs]  ‘What do you like to drink?’ A Coca-Cola.

“I like spending time with my family.  I like going out dancing.  I like watching and singing along with mariachi.

“So when someone caricatures us, I say, well,  As a Mexican, you put your boots on and say: ‘Yes. Yes, I am.’  We’re not all the same, but yeah—I am.

“For example, I might be listening to Banda one moment and Metallica the next.  But in general, if someone stereotypes us… well, yeah. We are.”

When the world around you changes, what stays?

I feel like something I’ll always protect about my identity is my values. I’m always going to be the one saying, “¡A chingar! To hell with it—let’s take a shot of tequila!”

“That’s my style.

“I’m the kind of person who says what I think, straight up. And I’m not afraid to offend someone with my opinion. That’s something I’ll never lose—no matter how much things change.

I’ve seen that a lot of people who come from abroad… they can’t say certain things because someone might get offended or feel insulted. But I tell them: it’s not about what we say—it’s about the intention.

And for us Mexicans, everything is a joke. It’s always going to be a joke. We have a really dark sense of humor. That… I feel like that’s part of our identity, and it’s never going away.”

There’s freedom in contradiction, and pride in being exactly what you are—without apology.


And for Aldo, nowhere does that contradiction feel more alive than in a bottle of tequila—especially when the lesson came from a gringo in Denver.

 “So this gringo from Denver shows up and starts asking me about raicilla. I tell him, ‘Okay, I have a bottle, but I don’t know anything about it. Try it and tell me what you think.’ He says, ‘Sure,’ and he kept coming back for that bottle.

“And then we started talking—well, he started telling me about tequilas, mezcals, raicillas… things I didn’t really know much about. I only knew the typical ones: 1800, Don Julio, Cuervo, that stuff.

“He starts teaching me the difference between a tequila made with love and integrity… and one that’s just mass-produced for money. Which is exactly the topic we’ve been talking about now.

“So this guy starts training me, and he inspires me to learn more about all of it. And me, as a Mexican—where we come from is tequila—and yet a gringo is the one who taught me about it. It’s kind of funny.

“But honestly, when you have people from other countries showing this kind of love for the culture—more than a lot of Mexicans even show—I’m like: okay, this is strange. But I want to learn about it. I want to follow that path.”

But tequila isn’t just a drink—it’s a living tradition reflecting the heart of Mexico. In a changing Mexico, preserving traditions is crucial. Aldo sees tequila production as a powerful symbol of integrity.

“It’s a tradition. Definitely not just something cultural—it’s almost a ritual. You know what I mean? From the moment you jimar the agave, to cooking it, crushing it, fermenting it, and finally distilling it… It’s a process that’s been done for decades, for hundreds of years—by generations, by so many people—maybe hundreds of thousands of Mexicans.

“More than just a drink, that’s what I think tequila represents.  It’s not just about getting drunk— it’s about enjoying life.  I know I say that a lot. [laughs]

“But there’s something in the land…Tequila, mezcal, raicilla—all of them are part of Mexican culture, stretching from tribe to tribe, from north to south.

“Honestly, what we now call tequila, mezcal, or raicilla—those are newer terms. This kind of work has been done for hundreds of years. And it’s a part of Mexican culture that has been disappearing.

“Thank God there are still many producers doing it the way it should be done— the way their families always respected these sacred spirits— and they keep passing it down, generation after generation. And what we try to instill in people is that it’s not just about getting drunk.”

Aldo highlights brands like Fortaleza (Los Abuelos) for their integrity.

 “For me, what sets the brand Fortaleza—or Los Abuelos—apart is that they’ve always tried to maintain a certain standard. A good tequila doesn’t just take time—it takes care. And it doesn’t need a lot of machines.

“What it does need is people who have knowledge, people who are willing to respect tradition— so that you don’t just end up with a good product, but something truly well made. And that’s also one of the reasons it’s one of the best tequilas in the world.”

Therefore, the preservation of traditional methods isn’t just cultural—it’s vital for health and authenticity.

“I feel like maintaining the quality of these processes—without using any chemicals or additives—is really important.

“Production matters not just for those who make it, but also for those who consume it. Tequilas made with highly industrial processes, with additives, acids, or artificial flavorings—those are very harmful to the body. They can cause… well, they’re more likely to cause “accidents”. They’re what lead to what we call la cruda—the brutal hangover the next day. That’s much more common when you drink products that weren’t made artisanally, when corners were cut using little tricks that may increase demand and profits… but what you’re really selling is harm to people.

“When you distill something that’s completely pure, tequila should only contain water, natural yeast, and cooked agave. There shouldn’t be anything else in it. But unfortunately, 90% of what’s on the market isn’t that. Those are products we can’t even really call tequila. And unfortunately, because of government regulations, the producers who do take their time and care about what they make can’t defend themselves much. 

“Real tequila takes five to seven days to produce, minimum. And like I said, there are big companies who claim they can make it in a single day.  I’m sorry, but that’s not possible. That shouldn’t be called tequila. It’s closer to vodka than anything else.”


Sayulita has changed dramatically after COVID, becoming increasingly expensive due to tourism and Airbnb culture. But despite these pressures, Aldo observes something unexpected.

“Honestly, I don’t think there’s been that much culture that’s being lost. Actually, I think it’s being reinforced a bit.

“Most of the foreigners who come here—like Nick, who was with us a little while ago—they want to learn Spanish, they want to go to the rodeos, the patron saint festivals, Sunday mass… they want to learn how to make tortillas by hand. I feel that the people who at least come and stay here for a long time, it’s not… they don’t want to change this kind of culture. 

“Yeah, there are a few things I’ve noticed that have changed a bit. For example, now there are taxis right out front. A lot of people get around in golf carts and ATVs. But I’ve also seen a lot of Mexicans buying golf carts or motorcycles too—and we’re all doing the same thing.

“So I don’t feel like anything is being taken away—it’s just evolving. It’s more of an integration than a loss.

 “I learned this word very recently. It’s called dishbé. It’s a Zapotec word. It’s used when you give a toast. But this toast isn’t just ‘cheers.’ It’s about giving thanks for this moment, for the paths that brought us here, for the loyalty, the values that led us to this exact moment where we can raise a glass together. That’s what that word means.

“And I think it’s such a simple act—one that everyone does. And I love that. It makes me feel more and more grateful to be here, to be alive… We never know when we’ll die or move on to something else.

“Enjoying those little moments, saying salud… that’s when you’re really living.”


 What does Aldo hope never changes?

 “My liver. Heh heh heh heh. That’s a joke. Ha ha ha ha ha.

“In my future, one thing I want to remain intact is this: that people keep coming, and that we can keep doing what we do every day—which is to help people discover parts of Mexico they haven’t seen before.

“I feel like that’s something I don’t want to change. I want there to always be new people we can—maybe—dress up, take a shot with, show them the tacos, or whatever it is. And I want that to stay the same. I really enjoy working with people.”

For Aldo, it’s not tourism—it’s a quiet ritual of connection. To welcome without performance, and to live without fear—that’s what makes it sacred. Because fear is natural. But giving up your curiosity? That’s a choice.


 “What I want people to understand after hearing all of this is that life is meant to be enjoyed.  We never know when things are going to change. If you have the chance, say yes. Try things.

“We’re all afraid of things, but we should always try something new. Venture out. If one day you’re scared of living a routine life, if you’re afraid of going to the movies alone—go alone!
You don’t know whether you’ll enjoy it or not until you try.

“And I feel that we, as human beings, what holds us back the most is fear. We’re always going to be afraid. But only the brave will be able to break through that fear and dive into what they truly love.

“If you’re afraid to leave your city, if you’re afraid to start something new, launch a business… yes, there’s always the risk that you won’t like it or that it might fail. But at least you tried.

“And I think that’s what matters most for us as human beings: That we tried.


 If Aldo could send one message from Mexico to the world, it would be an open invitation for authentic discovery:

 “Mexico holds a little bit of everything. It’s not just beaches and Mexico City. There are so many places to explore, so many people to meet.  From the north to the south, Mexico stretches wide and deep, a land of many cultures, many paths, mountains, hills— and every kind of climate you can imagine.

“Don’t just come here to do what everyone else does. If you go to a resort, don’t stay locked behind the gates.  Step out. Wander.  Go visit the neighboring town.

“Find the small village. Take the bus.  I hardly ever see people other than Mexicans take the bus. I want to see more foreigners taking the bus. I want to see people live a bit of everyday Mexican life,  to try it for themselves, see if they like it, in every corner of this country.  Not just in the curated pockets tourists are shown— but everywhere.”


Mexico doesn’t need you to save it. It needs you to see it—truly. Not just the colors or the food, but the integrity in the simplicity.

Live like Aldo, a journey that is a vibrant testament to a Mexico filled with humor, resilience, and authenticity. Meet people. Ride the bus. Laugh at yourself. And if someone offers you a shot of tequila and a story—say yes.

This is the essence of 365 Days of Tequila—sharing stories that teach us, challenge us and honor Mexico’s vibrant culture through the lives of its extraordinary people.

Because the real Mexico?  It’s right there, past the resort, behind the barrel… and ready to be lived.

6. Karen – Rebuilding a Life: A Story of Survival, Sayulita, Sips of Tequila, and the Soul of Mexico

A woman whose life was forever changed by a devastating explosion, and who found healing, purpose, and joy in the heart of Sayulita, Mexico. 🇲🇽🔥

What happens when life as you know it vanishes in an instant?

When the body that once carried you through mountains, beaches, and bike trails is suddenly… gone?

This is a story of fire. A story of hardship. A story of resilience. And, more than anything, a story of rebuilding a life in Sayulita, Mexico—one moment, one sunset, one sip at a time.


There are places in the world that give you more than just views—they offer perspective. And Sayulita, Mexico, through Karen’s eyes, is exactly that. Because sometimes, healing doesn’t come in a straight line. It comes in the form of laughter. Of salt air on a normal Tuesday, watching a baby whale breach the water as the sun sets over the Bay of Banderas.

On Tuesday, I went on a sunset cruise on a big catamaran and saw a baby whale. Then, after we’d watched it for a while, it started breaching. It must have been just practicing because it was small. It was just… it was incredible…They come, uh, November through March. So they’re getting ready to leave now, and they go back up to Alaska. They come down, have their babies, and then they breed and they go back.”

As the whales make their yearly journey through the Bay of Banderas, so too has Karen traveled—across oceans, continents, and eventually, into a life she never expected. Sayulita might be home now, but her story begins far from here… in New Zealand.

“I was born in New Zealand.  When I was 21, I left New Zealand and took off to see the world and spent years traveling, mainly in, um, Europe. Although I did go to South Africa…And then in 1980, I went to the United States for my first time…  And it was all very simple. It was sort of almost… everything just went along like it was supposed to be.


“I think, really, the thing that changed my life was in 2015 when I lost my legs in a propane explosion. Because that changed everything.

“I turned on the grill and lit it ‘cause it needed cleaning. And that’s the best way to do it; heat it up first, and then clean it, and then use it. So I did that. The grill had a timer on the gas supply, so it… I mean, I assumed it ran out, and I was busy doing other things in the house, and we had a tequila, and we were going to have another tequila, and I said, “Oh, I’ve got to get this dinner going. It’ll be 9:00 o’clock before we eat.” It was a beautiful fall night, and we had the kitchen door wide open, and the leaves were all sort of rustling around.

“It was pretty late. It was October 20th, so it was late in the fall to be in the Rocky Mountains.  And, I went out to relight the grill, and I clicked one of those big stick lighters, and there was this massive explosion. It came from underneath my feet and hit me, pushed me this way and up, and I hit my head on the top of the outdoor kitchen and, uh, lost a tooth, got burned but not badly.

“ Because propane doesn’t have a lot of fire—it’s more of an explosion. It’s a bomb, and then you don’t need… I found out since, you don’t need much propane to make a bomb.

 “What had happened is that the timer had malfunctioned.  So, after the grill went out, it still allowed gas, and the gas had pooled under my feet. So when I lit it, basically, my heels and the bottom part of my legs got blown off.

“George came running out. I was lying in a hole where the floor used to be. I said, ‘Call 9-1-1.’ And he just looked at me in horror.  And I said, ‘Call 9-1-1…’

 “They took me to Aspen, Aspen Valley Hospital, and stabilized me. And then they put me in a helicopter, which was my first helicopter ride…. And we had to land in Frisco because it was snowing, and so they took me out. And I was on this gurney and looking up at the snowflakes, you know, what it’s like if you look up at snow and it’s sort of like this crazy swirling thing.

“I asked the nurse, ‘Am I gonna die?’. And he said, ‘I don’t know.’

 “It was a really weird feeling.

“And then they put me in an ambulance and took me the rest of the way. I must have conked out from the pain medication by then, and then when I woke up, I had one leg amputated below the knee, and the other had been operated on and it had pins and massive bandaging and pins and all sorts of things.

“So I was in the ICU, and they came in after five days, I think, and they said, ‘You could end up having surgery for 10 years. You are not gonna be able to walk on this leg because you don’t have a heel, and you gotta have a heel to walk.’

“So they recommended that I amputate that one as well. And evidently, I said yes. I can’t remember, but… And George and my son, our son Sam, was there too. We all decided, “Yeah, we should just go ahead and do this.” But it took a while to really sink in that this is what had happened to me.

It seemed like a really, really bad dream.”

In a split second, Karen’s life was cleaved into “before” and “after.”  But while that explosion stole her legs, it sparked a deeper journey of survival, adaptation, and eventually, belonging


“I had, I think, seven surgeries in that hospital stay. I got out in December and went home, which was pretty difficult.

“I didn’t sleep. I was tired. My eyes would close, but I was never asleep. It was the weirdest thing.”

Even medications meant to help, like Versed, became their own horror.

“Well, I’m allergic to it and had hallucinations twice that lasted for about 24 hours, and scared the living daylights out of everybody, including me.

“It was terrifying.

“I was 60, and it felt as though for a while there that my life was over. But since then I have found out that I still can have a good life. I just have to do a few things differently, and there are some other things I don’t do at all. And, I just have to remind myself that I had 60 really, really good years and did a lot of amazing things and went to a lot of other countries and had a very good, full life.

“And now that I have this different life. And it’s still full and good. But just, I have prosthetics instead of legs below the knee.”

Recovery was grueling. There were complications, Her body rebelled with phantom pain and her mind wrestled with anesthesia-induced hallucinations. The woman who used to hike mountains now struggled to walk across her living room.  Her body had changed, and so had her path.  But giving up was never on the map.

“I’ve had nothing but support. People, people are so good to me, they really are, and they’re, they’re kind and they make special allowances for me. And I don’t think they ever did that before…

“To not be able to do anything is a huge step back. And you feel… it’s so frustrating! Even now, if I want to just do something in the house or, or, you know, just go sightseeing, I’m fine in the car, but I can’t walk very far because I’m still getting used to these prosthetics. I’ve had them almost a month, so I’m getting there, but once again, my legs are changing shape because they do.”  

Karen didn’t just survive—she adapted. Her life in Colorado became more intentional.

“I was always a hiker. I miss that. That’s the thing—going for a walk, getting up in the morning, walking up the hill by our house, or walking here and around town, whatever. That’s really hard to give up. And it’s a… not being able to go camping, hiking, you know, that sort of thing. And I was always a bike rider, but three of my friends got together and ordered me an, easy rider, it’s called, and it’s an arm bike, and it’s an e-bike, and I get on that thing and ride like this (doing the peddling motions with her arms). You know, I can cook on that thing!” 


Long before the explosion, Karen and her husband George had fallen in love with Mexico. In the 1980s, they drove an old minivan across the country. From Mazatlán to Belize. From Puerto Vallarta to Sayulita.

“We came to Sayulita, and we were sitting up at the upstairs part of Don Pedro’s, which had just opened in 93 or 4 and looking out at the guys surfing, I just thought it was the most gorgeous place I’ve ever seen. 

“The beach… the beach had nothing on it. There were no umbrellas or chairs or anything. You could just walk on the beach, and there were hermit crabs scuttling along, and it’s a very, very nice place. The water was very clean.… 

“I thought then, we were sitting there eating and having a nice Margarita or paloma, whatever it was we were drinking then, and I thought,  “Oh, I just love to be able to live here. I’ll come here and spend my vacations.”

“And that was it, you know?

“After that, we did, and then in 2005, we bought this house, and we’ve been working on it ever since.”

They bought a hacienda-style home. Built a life. And when the explosion shattered everything, Karen knew one thing: She needed to get back. Sayulita had become more than a vacation—it became healing.

“There’s something about being here that is just… it’s not restful in a lot of ways because it’s so noisy, like the music that’s playing right now, but there’s something about it. 

“And the people are really generous and kind and just lovely. They really, really are. And I love the fresh food every… I mean, there’s nothing bad to eat here. People will say to us, “What do you eat down there?” And you think, “What don’t we eat?” That’s the problem.

“I think it’s the sense of family, and you can be family whether you’re born to them or not, but once they know you, if they like you, nothing is too much for you. And they just, they take care of their parents, they take care of their children, they take care of everybody. 

“And they can have fun so easily with so little. I’ve seen people down in Mangal, where our caretakers live, 30 people in a backyard sharing one bottle of champagne for somebody’s birthday, and everyone’s got a tiny little cup, and they’re just having fun, laughing, talking.”


It isn’t just celebrations and relaxation. Living here means navigating real challenges, especially with the exponential growth in tourism that Sayulita has experienced.

“Well, a lot of the time, the town will run out of water. We run out of water, we have to buy it by the PIPA truckload, which is about $100. I think last year, we ended up having to get maybe 10 of them over the course of the spring. A lot of these big buildings are built without thinking about the infrastructure. Where are you gonna get the water from? Where’s the electricity coming from? And where’s the sewer going? But, um, they have improved the sewage treatment and cleaned up the water. The water is actually very clean now, which is great. 

“But there’s definitely good things about Sayulita being so popular now and bad things. It’s awfully crowded, it’s much noisier, but the infrastructure’s better, people have work. They used to have a time in the summer here where they called it the hungry months because they really didn’t have any money and, uh, now that doesn’t happen. The tourist trade is pretty much year-round.”


For many foreigners, tequila often carries the stain of party culture, it’s just another shot during the night. But for Karen, and to many in Mexico, tequila is something else entirely.  It’s heritage.

“I love that it’s a natural thing, you know? Tequila is made traditionally anyway with no added chemicals. When you first go and you see those pineapples and they’re roasted, getting ready to roast them in these big ovens, the smell is like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. It has a hint of tequila in it, but it also has this, like, sweetness of… across between sugar and maple syrup and apple juice or whatever. It’s an amazing smell.

“If you go to one of the older distilleries, they’re amazing, and you see the stone where they crushed them and the poor little horse went around—all the men walked around with it.”

Her favorite? Herradura Reposado. Smooth, a little sweet—like Karen herself. She teaches us tequila isn’t just a drink. It’s ritual. It’s history. It’s everyday magic.

She recalls her first tequila tasting at Herradura—and how it left a mark.

“They’ve still got the employee housing they built and they have the big house where the patron lived. But also, it’s my favorite tequila just to drink on a daily basis.”

But she’s not here for frat party shots.  Tequila, for Karen, is about connection—

“I think tequila is associated, outside of Mexico, with wild parties. Some people are shocked that I like to drink tequila on the rocks, but what’s the difference? They drink scotch on the rocks.

“There’s nothing better than having had a good day, and you sit down, watch the sunset, and have a lovely tequila in a glass. My friend calls them tumblers. Have a tumbler, and it’s just—it’s just, for me, it’s very, very relaxing. It doesn’t make me crazy. It doesn’t make me hungover. I mean, it could if I probably went nuts. But, I do, I really think that it’s one of those, one of those, um… things that probably has more to it than we know, you know? There is other stuff in the agave that no one’s really discovered yet.”


Karen’s voice isn’t just about healing from trauma—it’s about belonging. Not just in a town. But in a country. In a culture.

“Well, that I think it’s fairly obvious that I love Mexico, and I’ll argue with anybody that criticizes it unfairly. And, um, I also really, really count my blessings that I got—I have this life and get to come here and get away from winter. But it’s not just that. It’s coming here,

“There is more variety in culture, people, food, music than you could ever, ever imagine and don’t ever pigeonhole Mexicans in one certain way: with one certain look, or one style, or one kind of behavior. Look at Mexico as this incredible melting pot of so much history, and so much beauty, and so much—I mean, it’s been going on for a long time, much longer than we, you know, our culture, and the history behind how things got built, everything is mind-blowing. You just have to respect it and be prepared to, once again, have an open mind.”

It’s also about laughter and letting go of the things that once defined us.

“Um, you could ask me when I’m going to get my blades.”

“When are you going to get your blades?”

“I’m not… That’s what a lot of people ask me. What happened to you? When are you going to get your blades?…You guys, I didn’t run before. I just want to be able to walk.”

Karen’s story isn’t wrapped in pity. It’s wrapped in humor. Grit. Perspective.

“I think you, the most important thing you do is make a choice. You choose to be the best you can be and just keep at it day after day. And only one day, you’ll find that you’re singing or smiling or having a great time or… or somebody will forget that you have your problem, and your problem won’t seem quite as bad.

“There’s always someone worse off than you are, always.

“So I think people need to realize that they’re alive and they need to buck up and go on, be positive, be happy. Because you can get up in the morning and be a pain in the neck for everyone around you, and it gets you nowhere. I just… I don’t think you should ever, ever just let yourself wallow, because it doesn’t do any good. It really doesn’t.

“You’ve got to get up and get going.”


Her advice? Never wallow. Choose joy.  Buck up. Be polite. And if you’re going to come to Mexico…

“Learn some Spanish, always be polite, use please and thank you. Don’t make assumptions about the people you meet. Wash your hands. 

“Don’t expect that it’s going to be like it is at home. The reason you’re traveling is to see other places. If you want to go and stay in an all-inclusive resort and never leave the premises, why are you going? I think you need to get out there and, and travel around a bit or stay somewhere and leave, go out, go to different beaches, go to, or not just beaches, but different places, go and immerse yourself in whatever that place has got to offer.

“And there are so many beautiful cities to visit, you’ll never, I don’t know that really you could ever see them all properly. But for first-timers, I think Spanish is the most important, and be patient, especially in Mexico. Things don’t happen that quickly. But, that would basically be it. Just go with an open mind and enjoy yourself.”


What started as a life shattered by fire has become a celebration of resilience, love, and the vibrant spirit of Mexico. From prosthetics to palomas, Karen’s journey reminds us that strength isn’t about staying on the path you planned—it’s about finding a new way forward, whether you’re riding an arm bike through the streets of Colorado or sitting on a Sayulita porch with a tumbler of tequila in hand. Her life is a testament to finding new legs to stand on—even if they’re made of carbon fiber.

 “Thank you so much.”

Thank you, Karen.