Monday, April 26, 2010
I love Mexico, I love how when I´m here I feel Mexico in my blood, in every nerve. I love waking up before sunrise to go to the fields with my uncles. I love eating hot fresh tortillas off the grill. I love drunk relatives spilling family secrets. I love night here, the stars and moon shinking on the fields. I love the smell of wood smoke, the feel of ash on my food. My heart swells when family come calling for me to take me to their kitchens to eat or how my uncles always encourage me to drink as much as they do. I even love the uncomfortable stuff, the mosquito repellent stink, the drippy shower, the dust in my nostrils.