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Cuando nosotros éramos chiquitos inventábamos juegos para entretenernos en los viajes largos. Curvitas, doblando los codos para enterrárnoslos en la cintura cuando mis papás guiaban por el monte camino a San Sebastián.  El primero que viera un auto con aros de magnesio en el expreso, cuando la mayoría de los carros usaban tapabocinas.  Y hasta … Sigue leyendo

Team Boricua

Marco piensa que mi último blog fue raro. La verdad es que tiene razón; no conté la historia completa y es que uno nunca se acostumbra a vivir fuera de su país.  Racionalmente uno puede estar en paz con la decisión de mudarse pero al corazón no hay quien lo engañe.  Hace unas semanas vinieron … Sigue leyendo

Team Switzerland

  Gladys estuvo recientemente de vuelta para conocer junto a Angélica una universidad americana escondida en los alpes suizos italianos. Yo las acompañé a visitarla y traté de ser lo más objetiva posible a la hora de darle mi opinión sobre estudiar aquí o no. Cuando digo aquí me refiero a Suiza, aunque la parte … Sigue leyendo

Chica paralizada

This year looked amazing. Between April and July we had planned to go to Lugano, Milano, Prague, Sylt, Amalfi Coast and Gladys’ 50th celebration. After a two-week vacation in February, I was going to search for flights, hotels and things to do on these trips. I had not contemplated Gladys’ phone call saying something suspicious … Sigue leyendo

Family Traditions

My parents are domino champions.  As a kid, every Sunday visit to my grandparents would end with a domino game.  But for the last 10 years, the family game has been Rummikub. We can spend hours playing it, rotating players to give the younger family members a chance at the table.  Since Gladys visited in … Sigue leyendo

The Robot

Cuando yo era chiquita en casa siempre olía a café.  La mañana no comenzaba sin que mis papás se tomaran una buena taza. Mamita realmente se alimentaba de café, porque siempre le ha echado un montón de azúcar y en su tiempo llegó a tomarse sobre 7 tazas al día. Ya entiendo de donde sacaba … Sigue leyendo

Merry flavors

Every country celebrates the holidays in its own way and eating is a big part of the it. Here they bake Güetzli, drink Glühwein and eat Raclette. In Puerto Rico we celebrate with tembleque, pasteles and coquito. This year we will not travel home nor stay home; instead we decided to celebrate in Spanish (although … Sigue leyendo

The Patriot

My son is going through the I Love the USA phase. Partly because of age (didn’t we all think some time that everything coming from the USA was the coolest?) and partly because his newest friend is also a major fan of anything American.  The peak level of his fandom was asking for a birthday … Sigue leyendo

Feeling at home

Wow. It’s been a while since I sat down to blog and so many things have passed. We visited houses to buy. We met with architects to understand renovation costs. We discussed whether if we bought a house that meant we are never going back to Puerto Rico. We considered moving two towns farther down … Sigue leyendo

Sunny Tuesdays

Making friends is never easy and takes time. Add to that a different language and it becomes even harder. So imagine my surprise when during a parents/teacher conference night, about four years ago, a mother seating behind me heard me talking with Marco in Spanish and afterwards asked me, point blank: ¿Eres de Puerto Rico? … Sigue leyendo