The hibiscus that we planted in my Dad’s memory the year he passed away, 2007. He passed on September 1st
Last summer, 2013, that hibiscus was so beautiful.
Geranuims were one of my Mom’s favorites.
Mom and Dad celebrating their 30th anniversary
The picture I carried in my wallet for years….placed it in my Dad’s shirt pocket on the day of his funeral.
My Dad and me…he loved to sing…he had a great, soft voice…
My Mom and me…We shared birthdays, just one day apart, in September.
The governors palace, Monterrey…
El Paseo de Santa Lucia
El Cerro…my view in the early morning from the patio
Every morning on the patio…mt coffee, the newspaper and my phone
As I look back on my pictures of myself, it seems I was sporting a different look all the time, lol!
This was my view as I sat at the dining room table everyday…
After almost 15 years…just a small handful of my males cousins at the reunion.
And again, just a few of my female cousins and my Tia Minerva at the reunion
I spent many hours reflecting ….the back patio was like being at home
My Tia Minerva’s neighborhood was picture perfect. We would go for morning walks. I lucked out on the weather!
I just could not shoot enough photos of this view. I was lucky enough that several of my relatives lived in the surrounding area.
The view from La Terraza….
Even on the cloudy days, el cerro was majestic!
My best Ugly Betty Look! LOL!
The view, way up high of el cerro at La Fundidora
El Rancho…My tia Rosa’s ranch in Otongo. Those orchards are filled with sour oranges!
I cannot describe the sense of belonging that I felt from my extended family…it really was like returning home.
Feeling a sense of anxiety knowing I would not wake up to this view in a couple of days.
Squeezing in that last shot as I get ready to head to the airport to return to my home and my love in New York.
Waiting to board my plane back home to New York. Monterrey, my sweet Mexico. It really was a trip to remember!
My earliest memories of the family trips to Monterrey are of my Dad, his perfectly white t-shirt, dark sunglasses and the smell of his cologne, English Leather. I often am amazed when I think back and realize how brave my young parents were traveling with eight small children clear across the country into Mexico. It was tradition, it was like a fairy tale….
Embracing my Mexican heritage and sharing all the wonderful flavors, colors and foods I grew up with. Join me on this journey as I also learn new foods and cooking techniques. Dedicated to my parents Ramiro and Blanca.