As you might imagine, this was a reunion of sorts, which included myself, my partner Shawn (I’m sure I’ve mentioned I hate the word boyfriend, because we are too old for that), and my mom, who has gone back regularly every couple of years. I barely traveled in my twenties, due to lack of funding if you will, and only started delving further into the our giant planet a few years ago. I finally decided it was time to make the proverbial pilgrimage back to the motherland, and I wanted to go with my mom so we could have the full family experience. My uncle Carlitos was kind enough to be our driver for the duration of the trip, so that’s how we got around.
Our first stop was of course my grandmother’s house, where she lives in Guatemala City. Carlitos still lives with her, as does her domestic assistant and family friend Epifania, who was also around when my mom was growing up.
Going back was so crazy, because I remembered so much of it so vividly. I remembered the exact layout of the house, the pila in the backyard, which is what they use to hand wash clothes, and the garden, which was now overgrown due to my uncle Jorge having a major green thumb. We arrived late at night on Saturday, and everyone stayed up to greet us and offer us food, including mangos. After going to bed, we all got up the next day, and the first thing I did was ask to see some old photos, which they had so many, it was overwhelming, and exciting. I have just a couple to share with you, and yes that is me looking very excited for whatever it is that is happening there with all that blue eyeshadow and pom poms. Just above that inexplicable insanity is my parents on their wedding day. They actually got married in Guatemala, however many years ago that was now, but more than 35!