Mi abuelito Ismael standing at the front entrance to the house, that house that holds so many cherished memories for me.
I often tell people that my childhood memories of Mexico reads like a true fairy tale. Big piñata parties, posadas, weddings, quinceañeras, abuelitas special cafe con leche, that special antique wardrobe where she kept toys for safe keeping….and over 60 first cousins! My abuelo had a huge house built to fit his large familia. I can still see that wonderful yellow mosaic tile, the view from the terrace, the smells from the kitchen and that electric blue exterior of the big house also known as La Fe.
What I would not give to be there right now……music playing, confetti on the floor, brown paper bags filled with colacion, peanuts in a shell and an orange….
Mi abuelita Sarita in the “pink room” as I remember it off the kitchen. It was always fun to go into that second refrigerator to look for ice cubes! Lol! And her hands on her hips…just the way I remember her…that sparkle in her eyes.
Mom in the kitchen at La Fe…..
La Cocina, La Fe
La Casa de mis abuelos. My grandparents home, La Fe
From my trip in 2011…..Monterrey, N.L., Mexico. This was the view from the top at La Fundidora, Orno 3. Almost lost my camera because the wind was so swift!