Costa Rica Travel Itinerary
Join the adventure of three Latinas travel and explore the beauty of Costa Rica
You’re Mispronouncing Immigrant
Immigrant (n): a person who comes to live permanently in a foreign country.
Expatriate (n): a person who lives outside their native country.
According to the Oxford Dictionary, the definition between the word immigrant and expatriate boils down to essentially the same action of individuals living outside of their native country.
So, when is immigrant used verses expatriate?
It’s societally orchestrated to have two different labels just for the sake of glamourizing it when privileged people do it. U.S. citizens created a new term to be disassociated with the tarnished word of immigrant. White people get to be expatriate, and people of color are immigrants.
With the dynamic changes in cities such as México City due to the influx of financially stable Americans making these areas their home or long-term stays, the term expatriate and digital nomad (a new younger generation version of expat but has the same harming effects) have become buzzwords. Obviously, migration is a natural act of humans which is why I advocate for immigrant rights. However, that depends on your birth soil. For example, U.S. citizens are granted more international rights than Latin American born citizens. I myself reap the benefits of being a United States American. My parents, Mexican immigrants, do not. I have more liberty to be in and leave their home country than they do. And in great part, I get to because of their sacrifices.
Circling back to the example of foreign residents in México, the act of moving isn’t necessarily evil. The reasons, exploitation, and attitude I’ve seen, heard, and witness on top of the hurtful long-term effects that’ll impact the local economic is heartbreaking to say the least. And this is what it is, gentrification, but in larger part colonization. Gentrification, like expatriate, once again is a term used to make the act of displacing people more digestible.
The reason why many Americans have been moving to cities such as México City over cities like Montreal? México is cheaper. Exploiting your American salary to move into a country that’s in a sensitive poverty state, while chanting on social media that México is the Shit and why did Mexicans leave this great country for the U.S.? oozes privilege. Privilege of not knowing the struggles of truly living as a Mexican with a Mexican wage and dealing with real non-tourist Mexican issues.
Do know of the privilege weight when commenting that’s half my rent than in the U.S. Locals have been advocating for foreigners to stop coming to México as they are sadly being run out of their homes from landlords and businesses that are maximizing on the opportunity of dollar bills outweighing pesos. Imagine for a second. Your rent doubles/triples, and yes these are realistic increases since the pandemic, due to Germans coming in to take over Chicago’s prime real estate. And on top of that, the foreigners are ignoring your mask safety regulations, demanding all menus are written in German, and influence closing down local businesses for [insert what Germans like to do in a business storefront name].
I’ve spoken on some of the effects on a macro level. Speaking from my standpoint, I’ve mentioned I’m an American born citizen. With that comes a level of privilege I benefit from my immigrant, not expatriate, parents making the tough decision to leave limiting opportunities for their dreams to be achieved in the United States. Migrants such as my parents have accomplished the opposite with negative disruption in their new home. Migrants continuously take the unwanted jobs at extremely low wages, allowing the U.S. economy to grow and give corporations larger profit margins. And because of undocumented status for many, they carry model citizen status without being a citizen. A simple speeding ticket could lead to deportation. On top of everything, experience discrimination, hate crimes, and little protection from the law. Does that happen to these expatriates? Do they bring benefit to the long-term economic state of their new country? Yet this term expatriate is seen in a positive light by society while the term immigrant doesn’t. Funny.
As a child I was not allowed to go visit my grandmas as the violent activity was too much for my mom to allow us to go. Narcos are present in the areas of my family line. But who do those drugs get purchased from? To the point of avocado farmers being exploited and now are heavily ran by the cartels because guess who discovered avocado toast. Crime rises in economic disparities. Coming to México because you genuinely want to be cultured and living a life of freedom comes at a cost. And the payer is not you. It’s the locals now dealing with raised living expenses and higher crime rates. Congratulations expats.
Now what? I don’t have the answers to fully combat this continuously rising issue. I have suggestions for individuals that refer to themselves as expatriates/digital nomads. Do note that gentrification/expatriate has a thin line between morals and optimizing on opportunities. It’s tricky. And like I’ve said, migration is a human right I believe all should have.
1. My biggest suggestion is to be a supporter for immigrant rights. The same energy you use to have your followers click on your bio for 10% off TripAdvisor can be used for human rights. Once we societally treat migrants as hearts, brains, and a soul, then maybe we’ll stop putting them cages and end separating them from their families like mine. It’s crazy to know that the support I got for my cousin’s ICE detention came extremely little from the people I know that make digital nomad/travel their social media lifestyle.
2. Use your platform for education. Share the acknowledgement of your privilege on your socials and maybe what this read has you self-reflecting on.
3. Start using the terms immigrant/migrant when you refer to individuals living in another country. Using the word doesn’t give you less rights but the inclusion of your voice can give more rights to all.
4. I’d encourage for long term stays in hotels, hostels, dedicated Airbnbs over management/landlord operated residential apartments. The housing market is based on supply and demand. With individuals willing to pay over the asking price based on the local wage median, that gets locals pushed out of their homes and into more violent neighborhoods.
5. Stop overtaking your visa. I’ve heard of multiple cases of white people breaking the law which creates tougher regulation with future visitors. I have never been asked to show prove of my return flight to the U.S. when visiting México until the rise of exploiting the visa process.
6. Respect safety regulations. Always be aware of local health courtesy. Mexican accessibility for the vaccines and medical equipment is at a disadvantage in comparison to the U.S.
7. Learn the language. If you can afford over-paying for an apartment, you can afford giving some time to Duolingo (pretty sure this is free) or a tutor.
8. Advocate for what you have. The same faces on Youtube with travel blogs aren’t the same faces for immigrant right rallies. Sure allyship, but I want to see accomplice energy. Use your privilege for good. Cops like you.
The next time I see expatriate being used, I’m going to ask: Just curious, why don’t you refer to yourself as an immigrant?
And if I see expatriate, digital nomad, etc. on your bio and you lack advocation for immigration rights, you give me the ick. I want to see sharing immigrant right posts, highlighting your travel AND your privilege, educating your circle, etc. Because our current immigration rights are inhumane.
And if you think this is harsh, it’s kind of meant to be. This is a PSA. When you know better, you do better. I’m tired of seeing my mom cry.
Medellín Travel Itinerary
Chingona Tips
· Make sure to check the weather frequently, we were caught in micro rain sessions
· If it rains and you’re walking, make sure to wear shoes with grip as the streets are mainly on angles
· Parque de El Poblado is a great souvenir spot for jewelry
· According to our Uber driver, Aguardiente Antioqueño is a popular liquor out there if you’d like to drink like the locals
· Brings activities to keep you distracted on the long bus rides, especially if there’s traffic
The Meaning Behind Amigo. Verb Not a Noun.
Are they a friend?
This year Sin Título hosted an Amigosgiving to bring community members together to mingle and break bread. As we were curating the meaning behind the mission, I reflected on the word friend. After pondering on the word and the relationships I’ve formed over the years, I came up with the event’s slogan: Amigo. Verb Not a Noun.
The power of a friendship is complex. It’s more than two people, it’s the essence of two people. A friend is a term that holds grand weight in my heart. Time cannot be bought. Think about that. The people you spend your time with is everything. To me, a friend is an actionable term. You put in the energy to be a friend. Hence, the slogan. It’s also healthy to know that friends aren’t always forever, they can be seasonal if the relationship no longer serves you. Or even worst, hurts you.
Although very happy memories, as I was reminiscing on my definition of friend, one past friendship still keeps my heart sensitive when I think of the word.
Back in 2016 I studied abroad in Barcelona. It was the best and worst summer of my life. Best because this was my first taste of making international movement. It was the worst because my brother past while I was nowhere near him and my family. I remember this vivid memory of me being on the phone with my mom telling her I wanted to go home, and she advised me to stay strong. I know you’re okay because you have [person’s name] with you. It brought her comfort knowing I had my best friend at the time with me.
With friendships, especially a best friendship, there will be times of highs and lows. In my opinion, the way one responds to low times is very telling of true identity. Little did I know that my best friend at the time became the most self-centered individual during my grieving months of my brother’s sudden pasting. Her priorities had resembled nothing to addressing my quiet crying nights and soul-less like moments. Strangers that I met at the beginning of the program were far greater friends than my so-called best friend. Bringing me flowers, texting me throughout the day, taking me to church, and cooking for me were all quality friendship actions they took. In comparison, [person’s name] gave me traumatic crying sessions due to me having to take care of her intoxicated when I couldn’t even help myself and completely ignoring my brother’s pasting to keep the fun times going.
The lonely yet physical presence of someone that my mom thought was going to comfort me hurt the most. And for the longest, I convinced myself she was a friend. I continued because society always placed us together as an inseparable unit and I didn’t want to explain the emotional toll she placed on my heart while I grieved. And even after we stopped being friends, I previously never spoke about the pain she caused me because she was someone I cared about.
When I finally realized that these self-centered actions and approaches to situations abroad and back in the States were traumatizing to myself and even other students in the program, I couldn’t continue saying But she’s my friend. Because during the lowest point in my life, she wasn’t any of the actionable traits of a friend. She instead caused more pain during this difficult time. I was using friend as the noun not the verb to justify being in that relationship.
In present time, I still have nightmares of her. However, I learned that the word friend is not a noun. It’s not meant for individuals that don’t care about you as you care for them or vice versa. When we hosted our Amigosgiving, I was beyond happy from ear to ear to see the atmosphere we created with our circle of people. The personality, connections, and the power of coming together was so strong in the room. I want more of those moments. More connections of genuine people in new and reoccurring settings.
I hope this brought you some reflection of people you cherish, but obviously also the people that no longer take up your space. Those were/are lessons learned. I know to protect my heart better in the future. Take a moment to love your action-forward homies.
Thank your rocks.
Cartagena Travel Itinerary
My journey exploring the food, community, and architect of Cartagena, Colombia as a Latina.
A port city like no other. From the antique house structures to the vibrant nightlife, Cartagena has so much to offer. This was part of our three city South American trip. With that in consideration, this portion was very much food, random exploration walks, and endless drinks. We spent most of our time within a 8 minute walk from our Airbnb for the majority of our stay. However, within that small radius, there’s so much to see as you walk on the cobblestone streets. With such an electric nightlife, we couldn’t help but go out every night.
Overall, my experience in Cartagena was amazing with great stories of connecting with both local and traveling visitors, colorful photo taking walks, and dancing. I see why Cartagena is compared to Miami. But it’s way better in my opinion.
Cartagena was the perfect first stop to kick off our South American trip. It allowed our group to bond and explore at our own pace.
Delirium Gastro Bar – Bar Club
I unfortunately did not make it to this night spot; however, I heard it was a dope vibe. According to the group, highly recommend. They played hip-hop, rap, and reggaeton.
Rating: 4.8/5
Chingona Tips
If you take a picture of or with the Fruit Ladies, do know that you have to pay per woman. Ask for the price prior to snapping.
With your stay, read the reviews on the hot water and A/C mentions. Some areas we were looking into had issues with these items. We thankfully had an incredible experience at our stay. This is ours that was extremely central to everything.
La Hechicera was our drink of choice, a Colombian rum. Too smooth for our own good.
We rarely ordered any car rides. I recommend when you do need vehicle transportation to opt for Uber to minimize the risk of fake taxis.
Bring breathable attire. It’s extremely humid and hot in Cartagena.
If you find yourself hungry while out, consider the chicken and carne asada skewers from street vendors.
To Mis Muertitos: An Open Letter about Día de Los Muertos
An honest letter of my journey as a Mexican American celebrating Día de Los Muertos
Without really knowing, we have had variations of ofrendas in different formats to honor the angels of my family. My mom was and is big on remembering past loved ones. In her current home, her ofrenda is up 24/7 365 days a year. It has pictures of my brother, sister, grandfather, uncles, aunts, and most recently, her mother. During this time of year, we garnish extra with a tower of cempasúchil and décor for the holiday remembrance.
This tradition has been implemented in extensive beauty of colorfulness, enlightenment, and peace as the years grow of celebrating these days as an adult. I can truly say I have learned from my peers, media, and my community through conversations and events. Although difficult to pass down non-Caucasian truths in history and traditions of indigenous groups, I’m glad to have learned, or be corrected, of Día de Los Muertos through social media, movie representation, and not going to lie, TikTok. It is a small representation of Mexican culture in these sectors. I’m grateful to have and follow a digital and physical hub of intelligent and well-crafted individuals doing the work of educating ourselves because Día de Los Muertos deserved more than one 45 minutes in 7th grade in the 17 years of education.
With this year being my first ofrenda including my abuelita, I hold a tender but at peace heart cherishing her in this format. She was my piece of México I can never replace. However, I know she’s reunited and healthy in ways she was unable to here with us. I can never think of rebosos without her. She loved and valued our relationship so much. When I needed to not think of my busy days, I would call her. Of course, she talked most of the time as she was a chatter box. But I loved every second.
To an extent, this holiday I feel to me is a way to come to peace with death. It’s a scary reality that is embellished to aid as a crutch to get me through at times. The magically thing about a crutch is that over time, you don’t need it forever. The grief will still be there, but with time, we heal and honor our ancestors for us to pass along their lives and the impacts it had on ours. It’s a symbolic holiday to never forget and truly reminisce on the macro and micro qualities of each soul. From what they liked to eat and drink to what picture you feel best represents them; I give mi cempasúchil flowers to mis muertitos.
As I continue my journey being on the soil that embarks so much of my ancestor’s history, a goal of mine is to visit México during this time of year. I need to see my culture firsthand outside of a history documentary.
Flowers to my Spanish Speaking Mother
My journey with Spanish and how my mom has been my biggest asset.
“We have to be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more American than the Americans, both at the same time!” This is one of the famous lines from the Selena movie that has stuck with me through the years.
As it was recently Selena Quintanilla’s birthday on April 16th and having Karol G give a beautiful ode to the late singer at Coachella, I’m reminded of Selena and what she stood for as a Mexican American stuck between two worlds.
One of the biggest scale ratings of Hispanic-ness is the level and accent of your Spanish. I am personally grateful I grew up in a Spanish speaking household as my mom and multiple family members only speaks Spanish. So, when I go to México, I get the mix of your Spanish is so good for a Mexican from America or your accent is a tell of you being American.
I love being present in Spanish-speaking countries because it aids my proficiency in the language, but above all, boosts my confidence. Personally, I’ve noticed that my confidence level fuels my flow when speaking en español. I feel a bit proud for my mom because she’s the main reason I have kept up my Spanish.
When I was growing up and needed help with my homework, my mom, with a partial middle school education, would get so sad because she couldn’t help me with my homework. But when it came to my Spanish reading, she was my biggest asset.
So, every time I talk in Spanish, it’s for myself on learning and growing, it’s a shoutout to my mom, and it’s a way of staying grounded to my roots. Especially when I’m in México, I love speaking in Spanish. Even if I get called out to correct a word or two.
Now this is my experience of the language of my people. However, not only everyone has a positive story. Mexican American stories also come in assimilation of the American life to avoid hatred and ridicule. Mexican Americans may lack or have an emptiness of culture representation in the household for a multitude of reasons. They’re still Mexican. And if they’re reconnecting to the culture and are in the process of enhancing their Spanish, so be it.
Also, let’s not forget about our dismantling representation of indigenous tongue. I give love to the individuals and communities that continue to keep the voices of our ancestors alive.
To conclude, let’s remember it’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon. And we’re not all necessarily on the same route. Spanish is a form of me staying in tune with my family and traditions. It is not the only way to reconnect. And don’t push anyone in the process of learning or enhancing their native tongue as an adult.
Those struggles of translating Parent Teacher conferences and doctor appointments are moments I appreciate today, a chicane finding her way closer to her culture every day. Flowers to my mom for being present in my Mexicana journey.
CHICANA IN MÉXICO CITY
Introduction post of a Mexican American in México City.
Historically, my trips to México have been to the family roots, Michoacán. I took 2022 as the year to make my way to CDMX. I loved it so much, I came back to Chicago January 31st and booked a flight to return March 1st. However, to truly be honest, I did not like my first few days in Mexico City. Maybe it was my comparison to pueblita life with my past trips to Michoacán. Traveling south from the U.S. before was always family time, great food, and humbling living conditions.
Although CDMX turned out to be an amazing time for me, to the point I came back after a month of leaving, it wasn’t the México I grew up with. But what is México?
Just like everything, perception varies. This blog is going to talk about my thoughts while traveling as a first generation Mexican American, bilingual but can always improve her Spanish, frequent traveler, working remotely, but above all as Iraís Rosalba Elizarraraz Sosa. I don’t think anyone has the same name as me, but I want to clarify these are my thoughts. I’d love to hear feedback on my experience and hear on yours as you read along the journey to reconnecting to my roots.
This blog will be curated as I go with a structure of highlighting my adventures, recommendations, tips, and cultural information I’ve learned/would like to speak on along the way. Above all, I aim to encourage authentic travel, especially for my Latine community. I grew up being discouraged to be passionate in travel, a selfish act to many family members.
Take a sneak peak of some visuals during my time Mexico City to see what’s in store for Sin Título - Dope Travel.
-Iraís, La Globetrotter
México isn’t shy with the colors. And I love that.
Top 10 Ciudad de México Activities
A visual and description list of my Top 10 Attractions in La Ciudad de México.
It’s hard to see the most populated city in North America all in one trip. México City is truly never ending. Below are the gems that stood out from my experience while staying here long term. As I still have more to see in this beautiful community, this list will be a living post that will change as I widen my CDMX eyes, so stay tune.
This list is in no particular order.
All of the images are mine, I hope I captured a glimpse of each attraction’s glory.
I hope this sparked a need to visit la Ciudad de México or visit again with these activities in mind. Not only did I learn about the historical culture of my ancestors, I met great individuals and got to share my experiences with them. Forever I will cherish these colorful CDMX moments.
-Iraís, a lover of la Ciudad de CDMX
México es Lleya
A special dedication to our newest pillar of branding, reconnecting to our roots through travel.
Think of a long distance relative. In most cases it may be a surface level relationship or how are you? How’s everyone? We’re well, thank you. And the yearly birthday call. Not with mi Mamá Lleya.
My material grandmother was my random call on a Tuesday when I needed to hear her voice, check in with her, and/or reconnect with my roots. As my sisters and I were able to visit México more frequently as adults, we always went to primarily go see Lleya. Unfortunately, her long journey of combating cancer came to an end March, 2022.
Since we were toddlers, my sisters and I were never all in México at the same time. We purposely separated our travel so our grandma would have her nieta visitations spread out. Her funeral finally brought us all together in her pueblito home.
I was already in México City when word of her condition was being communicated. Since her cancer was detected in 2017, she was always described as being weak and ill. The radiation from the chemotherapy sessions left her always needing medical assistance. My mom and my sisters were her constant source of financial means. When we sent more money than usual, it meant she was doing worse than usual. Like clockwork, we knew to call immediately to see how she was holding up. She said our calls always gave her extra strength. You could just hear her voice go up octaves when she heard it was one of us on the other line.
Traveling to México was Lleya. The purpose of Sin Título’s travel blog is to reconnect to our roots. Roots we can’t fully be in tune with when we’re across the border. Now more than ever, with losing a huge component in our connection to our family roots, we dedicate this travel blog introduction to our abuelita. The woman that introduced me to chilindrinas con té de hojas de limón. The woman that I’d follow to get el mandado de frutas y vegetales. The woman that fed into my love for plantitas.
Te queremos mucho Lleya, more than all the flowers can show. Cheers to a new beginning of our brand. Sin Título Travel, the connection back to the roots.
-Iraís, nieta de Mamá Lleya