vamos a mexicali?
I was holding for a job that was going to start next week but that went away and I dunno what put the idea in my head but I really want to go to Mexicali where my mom is from. I used to go once or twice a year but as we've gotten older the visits have been less frequent. I never got to go while pregnant and the family down there hasn't met Alice and I haven't seen my beloved aunt Chela, my mother's twin for awhile now. I think it's been about three years since we've been back to Mexicali and thankfully I think we went for a wedding and not a funeral. Of course once the idea got in my head I google mapped my nana's house and remembered the sights around the neighborhood and felt this insane nostalgia I can't describe. A familiarity and a distance all at once. A joy and a longing. Or are all these sentiments the definition of nostalgia? Anyway... the bakery on the corner of the street where we got the mandatory pan for the cafe. And the church on...