When our trip was in the early stages of planning our timeline was frequently debated. Unlike me, Jill had the advantage of a reference point. She had spent many hours on other travelers’ blogs and had a feel for a slow pace versus a quick pace. Envisioning what kind of travelers we would find ourselves to be Jill estimated accordingly. I on the other hand was shooting blind. And as is often the case, this did not stop me from defending my position fervently. I saw Jill’s position of allotting three months for Mexico as a gross overestimate. I considered the country a hurdle between us and the rest of our trip. For reasons unknown to me at the time, I found it easier imagining us cracking into cultures in Central America, and saw Mexico as an impenetrable wall. What I later came to realize was that although publicly I spoke skeptically of the perception of Mexico in the US, I was not immune to its influence. A part of me was, and I hate to say it, scared and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible. Luckily for me, I have a stubborn enough partner who kept faith that once we were into the deep I would come around. And after stepping into our first municipal market, I did.