Picture of Mom and me taken by Abdalla of Quebec. We met him and his lovely wife, Colette, who are here visiting Puerta Vallarta. I hope to share more about our meeting with these sparkling sweethearts sometime...
raconter (rah kon tay)
: to tell (a story)
raconter une histoire
A Day in a Mexican Life... by Kristin Espinasse
I visit my Mother's casita for the first time in 18 years...
At night she tiptoes into the cuarto de visitas, the guest room. "Kristi... Are you awake?"
It is 2 a.m., it is 4:30 a.m. and now, this morning, she arrives at ten to six. Each time, I inch over, leaving room on the pillow as Mom sets her head gently beside mine and there, in the still of the night, she spills her beautiful 64-year-old mind.
I listen to her dreams, to her memories, to her inspirations, every thought unveiled in exquisite detail. Her interior life rushes out, unbridled, and it is my honor to be washed over by the beauty and the unbearable alike.
My heart both soars and it breaks, but I will not break the flow of Mom's story no matter how long it takes.
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