Dear Readers (mostly just Dan),
I am not dead. Travelled through the New Mexican desert today. Going to stuff my face tomorrow but not with turkey; we're having menudo. If you've never had menudo you're missing out but if I told you what's in it you'd never try it. It's not traditional I know but really what is anymore?
It seems that everytime I come home another tradition has faded away with nothing to replace it. I keep thinking that one day I'm going to come home and it will be like I remember it. Everyone will have their health and we'll fill my Abuelos' house with laughter again. Instead, each time I return someone else is sick, incarcerated, addicted, afflicted, or dead. People are lost, traditions are gone, buildings fall apart, memories fade.
I'm homesick for a place that doesn't exist.
Posted by nicole at November 22, 2006 08:16 PMI think that is how most people miss their childhood, a childhood that could never quite be the same... much like since my parents divorced all holidays at home with "family" is just not right, it is just a shattered fragment of what it once was and what it is supposed to be.
I like tacos.
Posted by: Dan at November 22, 2006 10:34 PMi suppose that as long as your family is coming together (as best they can) then that's all the tradition you really need. i hope you're enjoying yourself. please come back and fix us some menudo. go buffs!!
Posted by: dave at November 23, 2006 09:43 PM