De los Altos de Jalisco salió marcando su paso…
This Wednesday I leave with my parents and younger sibling to my parent’s hometown of Mezcala de los Romero in Jalisco. I’ll be there for three weeks for our town’s festivities and my cousin Cuco’s wedding. I come back on the 28th of August. I haven’t gone to Mexico in three years and I am more than happy that I have the opportunity to visit right now, before I start college and, in a few years, my life.
Last Saturday I had my final performances with the mariachi I am part of. I’m not the only leaving; Gladys is leaving to Humboldt State University this Friday. It’s bittersweet to see someone who’s a part of one’s life leave, especially if that person impacted one, but I figure that’s part of leaving to college.
I wish her nothing but the best of luck at college.
Eh… I guess Mexico will the thing that convinces me that I have left my adolescence and am now, at least in the eyes of the world (not the law), an adult.
I’m paranoid about flying, but after flying across the country six times this past year, I’m more at peace with flying, especially when it’s only three hours long. I’m more apprehensive about ground safety, but since I won’t be anywhere near any tourist trap, I think I’ll be safe.
The title of this blog post comes from the song “El caballo canelo.” My family comes from the region in Jalisco named “Los Altos de Jalisco” in the northeastern part of the state.