Mexico...My first home, my root, my culture, the place that holds many people I love.
Casa de Tia Martha. A place I will always call HOME!
I might have a picture of myself standing at the same spot when I was Diego's age.
Tia Licha y Tio Jaime
Tia Leti y Tio Lalo
Primos Benjamin y Maria
Caminando mi querido Coyoacan.
Walking Colonia Roma street and remembered I wasn't far from the place where I was born...Chihuahua 51. Decided to head that way to show my kids the little rundown apartment building where I spent my childhood.
It had been 23 years since last time we where there, but Senor Rocha recognized my mom the second he saw her. He opened the door to the building....Nothing had change...
A day with Tia Elena.
Words can't describe the feeling I had standing outside the door of the apartment where many memories where built with my family, but perhaps this image by Diego can.
Asi los queria agarrar.
LAS CABNAS... Some of my oldest and most amazing memories are in this place, my uncle's Pepe's country home.
Un buen caldito de barbacoa.
Some of my favorite things was to see the interaction of my kids with my cousins.