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SnapShots // La Catrina Festival in Guanajuato & Falling in Love

  Fresh off the heels of Halloween, we made our way to La Catrina Festival in Guanajuato this last weekend. Four days. Everything Catrina. Who is Catrina, you might ask? Well, along with tequila and Mariachi, La Catrina is Mexican cultures’ most recognizable icon; she’s a big deal here and going to the festival felt a bit like being injected straight into the vein of Mexico.   And no one internalized it more than Daughter. The first event on Saturday didn’t...

Our Favorite Halloween Tradition

Come on guys.. you didn’t think I’d forget about the Halloween Bucket, did you? The most treasured tradition of all our Halloween traditions? Heck, maybe the most treasured of all our traditions, period, exclamation point! Let me remind you, we recently moved. To a different country. Across an ocean. We let go of and wept over many things we couldn’t bring with us when we left the Dominican Republic. But do you know what was packed in suitcase #1… the...

SnapShots⎢⫸⩥⎢Sunday Brunch and a Stroll By Mercado México

When you’re still trying to find your footing in a new place, rituals or familiars are essential in keeping you grounded. Family pictures. Comfortable, worn in bedding. Holiday traditions. Maybe Pizza Movie Nights or Saturday morning breakfasts. Perhaps a new episode of Game of Thrones. White wine…with ice. And for our family of foodies, you could add brunch to that list....

A State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle: (aka) The First Day of School

I’d argue that the first day of school for moms is worse than for kids. Yesterday was Daughter’s first day of school. She’s a new kid. New school. New country. And I was in a State of Holy F*cking Mom Struggle. My emotional stress level was medication-worthy. I was anxious last year but it was an “our baby is starting school” different. This time, she’s the new kid and she knew it. She felt it. So I felt it. In...

When You Move A Family to Mexico: An Adult Version of a Kid’s Classic

Our move to Mexico, while ours, is like anyone’s story. If you’ve moved before, tell me this story doesn’t sound familiar? When you move a family to Mexico… they will have to open a bank account. When they open a bank account, they’ll begin to look for a home. So they’ll search for a couple of days until they find the perfect one. When they find a house… they’ll probably want to get some furniture. So they’ll go to a...

Dear Lord, Not the Space Wagon!

Last weekend as we drove, almost literally, through the ocean on our way to the secluded Bahia de las Águilas, it reminded me of why The Space Wagon is the best family car… ever. Of all the Evers. With us since our first month in DR, the Space Wagon has been what anyone would want out of a good friend: dependable and comfortable with the right amount of quirks and whistles. Used already when we found her, she had that feeling of a pair of familiar,...

Coffee Talks: The Only Thing That Matters When Moving with Kids

During these last few months of searching for our next move abroad, we talked about it endlessly with everyone. Everyone except for our kids. I wasn’t scared to tell them; I just didn’t have anything to tell them and “I don’t know where we’re going” didn’t seem like a solid answer for their inevitable followup question. Last week, after Husband accepted the job offer in Guadalajara, it was time to talk and here’s what I learned from that talk: when...

Patching Generations: A Handmade Baby Quilt | The Cuba Libre Series

Some years back, Nana, my Cuban tia/prima* (aunt/cousin), helped make a project a reality. I had collected some of Rafa’s baby clothes that I just didn’t have the heart to part with and Nana cut out, designed, laid out, and sewed a handmade baby quilt special for Rafa and very personal for me. When we did our first round of packing in preparation for our move from DR, it was the first thing I packed. That quilt will travel the world with...

The Sweet Tradition of Small Things: A Tale of Halloween Candy Pails

I have very visceral memories of running around on Halloween in my cookie-cutter, suburban neighborhood of New Jersey with my sister like 2 mad escapees. For a long time, we had matching costumes and for probably even longer we had matching Halloween candy pails. Thanks to our parents who usually – and with no intention – went bigger than any parent I knew, while everyone else was collecting candy in a normal bucket or pillow case, sis and I were sporting around the Cadillac of...