I've been here for years with several different nom de plums. But, when you've been blogging since high school (omg- did I seriously go by "Palm Springs Preppy?" Gag me!) there are bound to be more than a few things that make me shake my head in disgust. So, with a fresh new blog I am back again to share my todays.
I was going to write a little introduction- nothing too deep- just a quick hello before I got into the stories and annectdotes. But when I logged onto my google reader this morning, one of my favorite blogs, In the Trenches of Mommyhood had this great post about where she was from. It's a writing exercise (with a template) that I (more or less) followed that describes who I am pretty well. So here it is- my first post on my brand new blog.
I am from the beautiful mountains of a hot California desert, from palm trees and bouganvilleas and a frozen lemonade on a dry summer day.
I am from the words of a Jose Marti poem, the smell of a sofrito cooking, the sounds of crickets announcing their presense on a sandy floor.
I am from Noche Buena celebrations, a pork roast in the oven, a flan cooling in the fridge. From Rubidia and Ramona. From Asterio's eyes and a Simon personality.
I am from the creativity of Santana and the determination of Hernandez. The daughter of Ruby, the apple of Rubidia's eye. The first niece of Yami, Dago and Turi. A lifetime of Hawaiian vacations, Griffith Park adventures, Disneyland memories.
A camel ride in Morocco, a flamenco lesson in Seville. From a sprained ankle in Athens, a frightened journey up the Eiffel Tower.
From "que sea la ultima vez" and "que Dios te bendiga." From "besale el culito" to a well placed, "pal carajo."
I am from a Tolstoyan way of thinking- A 'Kingdom of God is within you' mentality. A Christian school education but a we don't need a church to feel God's love attitude.
I'm from a California Dream and a Cuban family. From black beans and fried plantains. From life is too short, a hand me down Louis Vuitton.
From the stories of a sincere man from where the palm trees grow, the love of baseball and the sounds of dominos being mixed while a strong espresso brews.
I am from heavy cherry wood albums, bursting with memories. From passed down scribbled copies of Dostoevsky and Maugham.
I am me, because of them.
This is my family- my mom, dad, Viejita, brother and my babies- Patrick and Natalie.
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