March 26, 2014

Extreme Home Makeover – Mexico Edition!

It’s seems like I’m sprinting a marathon while running on no sleep.

The month-long Hero Holiday season in full swing and it saddens me that it’s over halfway done.

For the participants, the trips are ten days long. Of that only four days are spent building the house. The rest are dedicated to travel, wonder, exposure, and growing.

For the hosts, the trips are weeks, months, and sometimes years long. For me, these trips will have taken up nearly two months of my hard work and passion.


It started with interviewing some potential families for the house builds. Families and individuals apply and are selected based on a variety of factors, with need being the key determinant. There is no “no” pile, just a “later” pile.

While interviewing a family, I was once again reminded of the generosity of the Mexican culture. Their dirt-floored shack, made of wood, plastic, cardboard, and whatever else they could find, was small and dark. There was an impressive array of small wooden animal sculptures lined up on a shelf that I couldn’t help admiring. As I was leaving their home, the mother gingerly pressed one of the treasures into my palm. It is remarkable how much someone with so little is ready to give what few possessions she has.

After the interviews, further decisions are made and the number families are narrowed down to the number of houses being built. The five other LDAs and I got to tell two families they were going to receive a home in just one short month. As we walked onto the property, we were greeted by the shy grin of a little girl we were playing with that morning. It felt absolutely surreal to be able to tell our new friend that we would help her build a home. Her parents told us that was her biggest dream in life, getting a home, and they even let her choose the paint colors.

Concrete slabs are poured soon after and the anticipation skyrockets. Lumber and baƱos (outhouses) eagerly await the driven group of volunteers coming in some short few days.

Here comes the fun part: house building!


Each house is 20’x20’ and made of wood. The families choose the layout of the house: how many rooms they want and where the doors and windows will go.

What always surprises me is that somehow a group of largely inexperienced teenagers, along with the families, become construction masters and build a house from scratch in just four short days.


The families are then told to stay inside of their old homes while we fill the new house with furniture, groceries, donations, and love. We tailor it to their desires and dreams. We transform the house into a home.

Many Mexicans are very conservative with their emotions for fear of being let down by an empty promise. Their emotions tend to bottle up until the final moment, Dedication Day.


Everyone in the group has the opportunity to say some kind words to the family. The family attempts to express their gratitude to the group, but words are typically lost in a flood of tears. In the midst of tears and photos, the keys are handed over and the family unlocks their door for the first time.

It is hard to describe the first few moments a family spends in their new home. It is overwhelming and emotional. On my most recent dedication day I remember a little girl twirling in her new room as her parents held each other and wept.

Culturally, food is very important for Mexicans. Most families will cook up an enormous and delicious meal for the entire team as a way of showing their gratitude. Weeks of salary are put into the dish along with long hours slaving over the food. I know one woman who spent twelve hours cooking for us.

Eventually the teams must go and goodbyes are drawn out as long as possible. Tender embraces are exchanged between the volunteers and the family members. It’s remarkable how strangers can so quickly become family. On the last trip I asked a few students what their Mexican families meant to them, and they all replied with “Everything.”


The trip quickly comes to an end as the family has their new beginning. Volunteers are encouraged to keep in contact with their families via letters, gifts, and “The Face” (Facebook).

As one door closes, another one opens. The Hero Holiday is done and now comes the most important part: putting the new experience and knowledge to good use. Live Different aims to inspire others to live simply; to be kind everyday; and to pick a cause and stick with it.

The most frequent shock of the trip is how quickly one can make a difference and be influenced. Big change occurs from a series of seemingly mundane decisions; let them always guide you to greatness.

Lots of love,


Meagan <3

March 08, 2014

Lights, Cars, & Plumbing: 5 Differences Between Mexico and America

I recently spent a few days in Los Angeles, and after I spending a month in rural Mexico, I felt very much out of place.

I expected experiencing some difficulties adapting back to Western culture, but I never anticipated it would happen so soon.

In light of these recent events, I figured I would share with you what now stands out as foreign to me.

1. Roads.

By Western standards, the only road in our town in Mexico is our one one-lane highway. That’s it. There is a stark contrast between the five-lane Los Angeles freeways and our one-lane highway. 


2. Cars.

Of course there are cars in Mexico. What I mean to say is that what stood out to me in America was the amount of cars on the roads and the modernity of them. Coming home to Montreal rush-hour traffic will prove to be quite the adjustment.

3. Buildings.

Driving up, I saw a massive IKEA building. My friend and I just couldn’t fathom why it needed so big. We started comparing its size to the size of the community we worked in and even the town we lived in. Needless to say coming back home to the city will feel very disconcerting.


4. Lights.

We work in a lot of communities that don’t even have electricity. So seeing neon signs lit up everywhere and night being nearly as bright as day was shocking, and a little upsetting. It’s frustrating seeing first-hand the enormous amount of disparity in the world.

5. Bathrooms.

Finding a free, public washroom in Mexico with fully functioning facilities, toilet paper, soap, and something to dry your hands on is like winning the jackpot. I really love Mexico, but sometimes I miss my bathroom. And after a month of throwing toilet paper in the garbage (you can’t flush it because the pipes are smaller), it felt absolutely exhilarating to toss ‘er right in the toilet and flush. Oh the little things in life…

Don’t get me wrong, I truly love being in Mexico. There is so much about the culture I admire and wish I had back home. For example, I like how everyone is relationship-oriented instead of being task-driven. This list of comparisons merely serves illustrates the differences between Mexican and Canadian/American culture. It really can seem like two completely different worlds.



Lots of love,


Meagan <3

March 01, 2014

Spandex, Capes, and Costco

Happy March, everyone!

This year March means a lot more to me than March break or my parents’ birthdays. It means a month a Hero Holidays! We have five ten-day trips coming over a span of four and a half weeks, redefining the meaning of March Madness. And just as anyone would do with two hundred guests coming to their home, we took a trip to Costco.

At home in Montreal, Costco is a fifteen minute drive right off of the service road. In Mexico, Costco is a three-hour road trip to Ensenada. It was a full-family event. All six LDA students and our two leaders pilled into our full-sized Live Different school bus. We were accompanied by our favorite Mexican family, Santi, Julia, and Benny. Even the kids joined us, three-year-old Edwin and baby James.


When we arrived in Costco we were instructed to get three flatbeds and four carts. We formed a Live Different parade as we slowly made our way through every aisle. A man teased us, saying we took all of Costco’s stock of cereal (not quite, but close! We had seventy jumbo-and-sometimes-double-boxes of cereal).

We made our way to a couple more super-stores before heading back home. It was raining and the mountainous roads were slippery. Guardrail was put only where it was absolutely necessary (and sometimes not). We had to pull over at one point because a boulder had slid its way down the mountain and into the road. Regardless of the bad weather, I felt very safe in our big white bus with our trusted driver.

After a long day of travelling, I was very happy to be able to crawl into my bed. It was cold and rainy outside, but I stayed warm and toasty curled up with my blankets and my faithful heater.

Listening to the rain outside, I couldn’t help but think about the poor families that lived just a stone’s throw away from our big, warm, dry, concrete house. I knew their cardboard, plastic, and sometimes wooden houses were no match for the pouring rain. Most of these houses had no insulation, let alone electricity to keep the family living inside warm.

I tried to imagine the look on their faces if they saw all the mountains of food that was pilled up on our kitchen floor. I know the food is going to be eaten and put to good use, but I can’t help but feel a little guilty knowing I have so much while they have so little.


It’s really easy to get lost in a feeling of hopelessness. It’s easy to be paralyzed by the overwhelming amount of injustices occurring all around the world. And it’s easy to forget that while you stand frozen in fear, you’re doing nothing to stop them.  

Instead of getting caught up in a wave of despair, I choose to look at the good. This March, ten families are getting new homes. Ten families won’t be caught in the rain anymore.

In the grand scheme of things, ten houses won’t change the world. But it will certainly change their worlds.

I was watching a really great TED talk by Shiza Shahid today. An incredible woman, she gave up a promising career to fight for women’s rights all around the world. Something she said stuck a chord in me,

“The truth is there are no superheroes. There is just us. We are the ones we have been waiting for.”

So what are you waiting for? This is your moment to change the world. So put on your spandex and cape and get moving!

Lots of love,


Meagan <3