It was an amazing trip. I had a unique opportunity to spend some time with my dad. We were able to talk a great deal. He shared stories of his childhood in Cuba, showed me where his parents are buried, and introduced me to many relatives. The highlight of the trip was when I met my cousin Paqui. We had been emailing each other for several years (and writing old fashioned letters before that) Finally, we met. We both cried. I am so fortunate to have been able to go and meet him. Paqui passed away from lung cancer last week. I will never forget him.
Jan 22, 2011, 12:53PM PST | 0 comments
I never had the guts to get a real tattoo. Since I have been living in the Middle East, I have gotten several henna tattoos. They last about three weeks and then you can get a new one. Women here and in India get them for their wedding night. It actually looks like lace. I really love it.
May 16, 2008, 11:51PM PDT | 3 cheers | 0 comments
I went to Bolivia on a mission five years ago. I translated (I speak Spanish fluently) for workshops given on Montessori teaching methods. Approximately 25 teachers attended. Everyone was so loving. It is the only place I’ve visited, besides Cuba, from which I have left sobbing. When I left Cuba, I was leaving family. In my ten short days in Bolivia, the people I met became my brothers and sisters. I will never forget them.
May 16, 2008, 11:29PM PDT | 1 cheer | 0 comments
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