Once I had crossed the border into Mexico, I was the one in the minority. I was taller and lighter skinned, so I couldn’t blend in or hide. I spoke the language with an accent and at a beginner’s level, so people had to listen closely and work to understand me at first. Most people were pleased at how I tried hard to communicate in Spanish, but some people were irritated and obviously didn’t like me there. I never became comfortable with being a minority person, but as my Spanish got better and I learned the customs and history, I felt more at ease and made some friends.
Yes, everything was in Spanish in Mexico back then. I also had to learn to work in the metric system. I taught the nurses in Spanish. I visited patients who all spoke Spanish, except the Mormon missionaries.
One of my biggest accomplishments was that during those four years of Peace Corps/Missions, the dietetic interns, doctors, and I worked together to research, write, and publish a diet manual badly needed in northern Mexico hospitals at the time. Also all seven dietetic interns got dietetic positions in hospital nutrition departments.