This is the third of five posts over the next ten days as part of Momalom’s Five for Ten. Each participant writes about the same topic everyday–today’s topic is about Memory! I thought that this would be a fun exercise to get to know other bloggers! If you want, you can go visit all the other participants. I hope you enjoy! I look forward to stopping by each of your blogs & getting to know you as well over the next few days!
In 2006, I signed up for a study abroad trip to Cuernavaca, Mexico. I arrived at the airport on May 24 scared & excited. At the airport I met some of the people going on my trip; my roommate, Jenny, & this jack-hole who got on my nerves within the first 30 seconds of meeting him. I boarded the plane, glad that I had a nice roommate & swore to have nothing do with the jack-hole if I could help it.
We landed in Mexico & loaded up on a bus & rode the hour & a half to Cuernavaca. It is a gorgeous city! And when May rolls around, regardless of where I am, I can close my eyes & smell the churros in the food carts or taste the ice cream I used to buy from the convenient store around the corner from school. I can feel the hot heat & then taste the rain. I can envision myself standing in the square watching the presidential debates or watching the Mariachi bands play music while families dance to their tunes on a Saturday night. I hear the little indigenous girls come up to me & ask if I will buy their jewelry or “chicle” (chewing gum.)
I can hear Jenny & I talking until late (or early) in the night, telling each other about who we are & sharing stories about our families, dreams, passions, & faith. And then the conversations would become lighter in topic & we would be talking about silly girl stuff, about boys & clothes. And then Jenny would fall asleep & I would lie there & listen to the water rush through the ravine outside my window & I would wonder about my life after Mexico. I would wish to be at home in my own bed. (And now that I’m in my own bed, I wish to be back there, funny isn’t it?)
I can see my beautiful host mother setting the table & I can hear her talking to me about love & life. She is telling me about her New Age beliefs & the energy that is in the smallest & biggest things. She is telling me about her career & her wealth & she serves me the best food known to mankind. She is my Mama Mexicana.
I can put myself back in Mexico City when Mexico’s national soccer team beat Iran in a World Cup game. I can see the proud nationals racing their cars around the square waving their flags & honking their horns & teasing us “Estadounidenses” (people from the United States) about having a soccer team that could never beat them.
I can picture myself at the movies with that preppy, jack-hole who I judged too quickly. We are standing in line laughing until our sides hurt & I’m thinking he’s the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen & I can feel the flirtation & attraction just floating in the air. It was nerve wracking, it was terrifying, it was exciting! (I married him by the way.)
Yes, May brings up these memories. May brings with me all of the excitement of meeting my husband. May makes me fall in love all over again & harder than I ever did the first time. May makes me happy.
Fast forward to May 24, 2007, exactly one year to the day after meeting, and we are applying for our marriage license and on May 24, 2009 we have just given birth to our first son.
May reminds me of the good memories made, the ones I’m presently making, & the ones I’m going to make!