We were in Denver recently visiting my brother. Edgar and I were. It was the first time we had both been in that city since my brother moved there a couple of years ago. I’ll tell you more about that trip in another blog post, but one of the places I definitely wanted to check out while in Denver was the Museo de las Americas. Mainly because for years now the museum has been sending me email updates about its exhibitions and events. They always sounded so interesting, and since it’s usually Latin American art it’s right up my alley. We were surprised that the museum itself was pretty small, especially because we had heard the Latino art scene in Denver was pretty huge. However, what it lacked in size it more than made up for in its punch. The exhibition we got to explore, which was closing a day or two after our visit, was Pachucos y Sirenas.
It’s been my home for the past 18 years. Houston, for me, is the place where I feel most comfortable. It is the city that took in a family of immigrants and opened doors for us, far beyond our wildest imaginations. It is the city where I met my wife, started a family, and eventually a business. For all intents and purposes, I guess you could say, it is my compass in the universe. The place I naturally gravitate towards no matter how far away I venture. To understand Houston, however, takes serious dedication. The burgeoning metropolis nestled amid bustling highways, byways and tollways, as well as incorporated and unincorporated annexes from the Gulf Coast to the hill country, is home to some six million residents from all over the world. The city was recently recognized as the most diverse in the United States and is well on its way to surpass Chicago as the third-largest in the country by population.
Not right now, she said. Not right now, okay sweetie. Soon. Pronto. Mom, can you buy me these shoes. Not right now, sweetie. Mom, can we go watch a movie tonight? Not tonight, honey. Pronto. Mom, can you buy me this book? Sí, pero ahorita no. Not right now. Soon. […]
What is Day of the Dead or Día de los Muertos? This is a question that’s been lingering in my mind lately, especially given the new popularity of this Mexican holiday. Today, I’m taking a jab at answering that question, as well as discussing what the future of this tradition […]
Two years ago – in Miami during Hispanicize – Anjelica and I walked into the elevator of the hotel we were staying at to go back downstairs to the lobby. We had just stepped into the elevator when immediately we glanced at each other and gave each other that grin […]
Cultura. How do you put it into words? It’s an expression of who you are. A representation of where you come from. A legacy that transcends your present, past and future. A connection deep enough to touch your soul and strong enough to pulse emotions through your heart. It’s like […]
This weekend we were invited to a quinceañera. Well, to a sweet 16 really. Except for all intents and purposes it was really a quinceañera. There was the mass, chamberlanes and damas, the surprise dance, the father-daughter dance, el regalo sorpresa, and Juan’s sister was even the madrina de corona. It was a really nice event, sweet […]
It should be pretty simple to tell. I mean you can’t pass off a tamal or a torta for an hors d’oeuvre, much less frijoles pintos or asado… though in all fairness, word around the street is that these new gourmet food trucks are doing wonderful things with our comida. But […]