A Sandy Outpost, A Mexican Band, and the Value of Talking to People
Wednesday, September 26th, 2007 by LeeWhat could I possibly have done on my vacation to Mexico related to software development and usability? In fact, the vacation was engineered to be about anything BUT software development and usability. Sure, we evaluated the user-friendliness of the swim-up bar at our hotel but otherwise we were steering clear.
Still, there are lessons in life that apply across disciplines. What did I learn on vacation that I can apply to my work? Whether it’s touring the Mexican countryside or working on a software development project, everything is better when you take the time to talk to (and LISTEN to) real people.
Example Numero Uno - La Candelaria:
If you ever go to Baja California Sur, Mexico, you need to go to La Candelaria. I hear there is really great pottery there. Yes, I was there. No, I didn’t get any pottery. No, my wallet hadn’t gone missing. The pottery lady was in the US and so, no pottery for me.
We heard about La Candelaria via Lonely Planet (where they have a very cool service called Pick-And-Mix, giving users the opportunity to download individual chapters of guidebooks for a small fee, saving them from buying the whole thing and wasting valuable suitcase space, which can later be filled with pottery). Every page it seemed touted this place, so I determined that we absolutely must go. Lonely Planet said it was about 13k off the highway. Lonely Planet was, alas, off by about 10k. It was actually 23k off the highway, and at 17k or so we started to get discouraged. Mind you we were in this tiny car (thank you, thrifty husband) and the road was quite sandy and bumpy. About the time we pulled over and decided to turn around, along came an American man in a big truck (smart, not thrifty). He asked us if we were going to La Candelaria and delivered the sad news about the pottery lady’s absence. But, he said that since we had come this far, why not follow him to his ranch where he had a beautiful pool fed by a waterfall, and did we have our swimsuits? Yes! We could swim. Fantastic. We were on our way.
The ranch was very interesting (one day it will be a destination with a restaurant and cabins, so we’ll definitely go back). Up the road a piece was the waterfall. He had built steps, an overlook (rumored to be a good place from which to dive into the pool, but I wasn’t brave enough), and a place to change. He told us he needed to get back to the ranch but no one would bother us, and we were free to swim as long as we liked.
The pool and the waterfall were absolutely magnificent. We were surrounded by high rocks (there was enough bravery to jump from some of the lower ones), cacti, and birds flying overhead. We swam around the waterfall, played, and had an amazing time. We never would have known of the place if we hadn’t talked to this generous man, and taken him up on his offer to see a slice of Mexico few see.

Example Numero Dos: El Spicy Coopers and the band
If you go to Baja California Sur, Mexico to get away from it all, I would advise that you stay in San Jose del Cabo, instead of Cabo San Lucas. That is, unless you just like having Ruth’s Chris and the Hard Rock Cafe at an arm’s length. I personally like them farther away than that.
Thursday afternoons in San Jose del Cabo are the Gallery Walk. You can probably surmise that if I’ll trek 23k off the beaten path for pottery, I went nuts for the Gallery Walk. We ducked in and out of galleries, jewelry stores, bought silver bowls, little paintings, etc. At one store we got to talking to the owner (probably because he thought he was going to sell me a necklace but thrifty husband intervened). He told us that just around the corner was a great Italian restaurant (wait, Italian in Mexico?!) and that at about 9:30 his band would start playing. He said to go sit on the balconey, that it was great.
We obliged, and actually got the very last table at around 8:00. We ate a lovely Italian meal, and as promised, the band began. You’re probably thinking mariachi band (as was I) but if you’re a fan of the Gipsy Kings, you would have been in heaven (as was I). They even played a GK cover. We looked around and realized we were the only Americans in the place. After spending an afternoon doing a very touristy thing (where the only other people doing it were also tourists) it was quite refreshing to be the only ones speaking English. I felt like we had a little window into the life of a young, professional Mexican living in this little resort town. It reminded me of times out with my own friends. Young people are the same the world over.
We didn’t take any photos at El Spicy Cooper’s but we have memories that will last forever. The best parts of our trip weren’t things we found in a guidebook or items on the menu at the hotel spa. They were the little vignettes of life and culture that we found by talking to the locals, through our genuine interest in their town, their way of life, and of course, their art.