You know you are not in Kansas anymore when you see mangos and papayas for sale by the side of the road in February, there is more Spanish than English being spoken all around you, and you hear "Cielito Lindo" playing overhead in the restaurant where you are eating enchiladas with mole sauce.
Dottie and Aunt Coty and I have been strolling through cemeteries, searching archives, and in general being enmeshed in the history of Angie Vela Moss. I also met my cousin Joe McDonald for the first time. He and Dottie are the keepers of the stories.
We also walked around Immaculate Conception School in Rio Grande where Ray and Dottie and I attended school for a few months while we were waiting to get base housing in South Carolina. We would walk home at lunchtime and Aunt Fanny would fix the big meal of the day, including tea with lots of lemon and sugar. Then back to school we went for the afternoon. Memories and stories... and sweet times with Aunt Coty.
If any of these photos are lopsided, or the font is too small to read, you will understand that there are no guarantees of perfection when you are blogging from the road.
Saludos de Laredo mis amigos!