Detroit is not a destination I readily associate with Mexico, although my recent trip to Puerto Vallarta and its environs forced me to begin my journey at seven o’clock in the morning at the Detroit Metropolitan Airport (a quick jaunt from Newark). Accustomed to arriving in Mexico from New York or California (my usual jumping-off points), my multi-cultural sensitivities were appalled by what I perceived to be the overwhelming pale of my fellow travelers—the homogeneity of the crowd in Corona t-shirts and brand new flip-flops forced me to acknowledge that, while I may not want to belong in this group, I certainly looked

A brief survey of the waiting area as well as a mid-flight lap down the aisle confirmed that was in fact not a single Mexican flying to Mexico, forcing me to acknowledge my part in this cohort of tourists (a word at which I cringe despite the fact that I often find myself traveling as one). I like to think of myself as a traveler rather than a tourist (a distinction I will explore later) so the conversations I overheard (“Mexicans hate Americans,” “We are going to do nothing but drink tequila and sit at the resort,” “Spring Break 2011—how do you say ‘shot’ in Mexican?”) left me feeling embarrassed by the rowdy, overfriendly crowd. As the wheels touched down in Puerto Vallarta and the pilot announced our arrival with a Southern twang, not a word of Spanish was spoken and my discomfort with all of the colonialist connotations of “spring break” reached a pinnacle.
Barbara Kirshenblatt-Gimblett (BKG) suggests in the contemporary tourism economy consumers (tourists) crave experiences that the industry manufactures to “create ‘a

It goes without saying that I prefer to categorize myself squarely in the role of traveler rather than tourist, although upon deeper reflection I find that these categories are not hard and fast, just as I have previously (in this same forum) been hyper critical of self-proclaimed travelers who completely ignore the lifespaces in which they find themselves, preferring to establish their cultural capital by collecting passport stamps rather than 'lifespace experiences'. I found the constructed nature of Puerto Vallarta stifling. It brings to mind BKG’s discussion of density and saturation with regards to tourist sites. She argues that industry-created lifespaces (such as resorts) are value-added and therefore more profitable than the true lifespace; furthermore, value-added lifespaces have the benefit of removing the “dead space between attractions,” thus doing away with the messy (or less attractive) aspects of real life.
Personally, I find the low-density lifespaces to be the most appealing, the nooks and crannies where lives are

All of which begs the question: as global tourism brings an influx of travelers and tourists into local lifespaces, are we subsequently eliminating the vibrancy that attracted us in the first place? Like a copy of a copy, is it possible to maintain the lifespace in a constructed and controlled environment? I highly d
oubt it, which forces the true traveler (in the sense of cultural adventurer) to step further and further from the beaten path. And in doing so, reveal the double-edged sword of travel: by forging a path into a heretofore 'undiscovered' village/beach/restaurant we are, in effect, opening it up as a site of tourism for those who come after us. Beneficial to the local economy but detrimental to those seeking 'authentic' experience--is there any authenticity left in the globalized world of information (and people) exchange? Do true lifespaces exist or are they merely the leftovers of tourist sites? As travel necessarily requires a degree of tourism (a traveler by any other name), these tensions weigh heavily as food for thought.

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Wave- Actually there are no Hard Rocks or McDonalds in old town known as Zona Romantica south of the river---they are all on the Malecon and seem perpetually underattended at least for the last couple of years---old town has many small restuarants all non-franchise... a few cater to tourists but most frequented by locals--both Gringos and Mexicans and except for 1 sports bar I haven't seen any spring break types around
there....Cheers
Pete
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