I have a specific memory from my time in India that brings that feeling of nostalgia. I don’t remember exactly how long I was on the road, but I remember the sun setting and finding myself enclosed in the darkness of the rural roads of India. Continue reading “Indian Roads”
The lights go out.
It’s time for Papi to close la bodega.
For my sisters and I, that means we finally get to spin. Spin around in countless circles until we begin to feel dizzy. Continue reading “La Bodega”