Ok friends, finally a post on my recent trip.
This used to be my world, and I get to relive it when I go back “home:”
Fresh warm bread from the neighborhood bakery every morning
The trip to the beach and the necessary rest stop to munch on sweets and Arepa e' huevo!
The beach and the place where I find myself
And the only place in the world where I will eat pizza without regrets
Empanadas and Uva Postobón (grape soda drink)
and the friends I’ve known as long as I’ve been alive
and everything else that brings me back to my childhood:
the mango tree in my front yard
the church and it’s open hallways that I walked from class to class every Sunday
The shaved ice guy, the one who would ride his cart around the neighborhood and honk his horn every afternoon at 4pm
The local theater where I learned to love the arts
The neighborhood park, where I spent countless hours playing after school and during vacations. Also the first place I met my first love.
And even the crazy traffic and non-existent parking regulations (see below what’s supposed to be bus parking ONLY)
And the beach a few minutes from my house
The architecture and the homes; their smell is still in my brain thousands of miles away.
I think and dream about this place at nights as I lay in bed. At times, after busy and difficult days, it’s my happy place. I think about how I had the best childhood anyone could possibly have, and how much I treasure that. I hope I can provide the same memories to my children, so that when it’s their turn to find their happy place within their hearts, they remember their past and a life well lived.
And that is the reason why “RECORDAR ES VIVIR”
To remember is to LIVE AGAIN