Hello everyone, It has been years since I last visited mt parents in Quebradillas and I did just that with my family this past July-August 2005. I laid low because I did not know what had happened to our munincipality. The trip back home was a nostalgic one in that I saw some old friends and old places that were no-longer recognizable. How sad it is that in the name of progress we destroy or alter in such a way that which we love, respect, or even adore. -- In speaking to someone they mentioned how exciting it was to have "Pizza Hut" and I almost wanted to literally cry. I wanted to take my family to "Don Alejos" restaurant at the entrance to Quebradillas, but this too in the name of progress was gone. Whatever happened to the rice and beans with the common fare we used to eat. My "Guajataca beach" excites in my mind memories of a time gone by, but what I saw in trash around the entrance and all the dogs: what must be done to clean this up? -- Do we just talk of how beautiful things are and live in the past, or do we become proactive and do something about it. What is it? If I were there, I know that I would pick up litter and try to do something. Something is more than what I saw.-- By all means this is not a critique of my hometown, but one that includes a lot of the island that I love.-- What was really nice in my trip was not just to visit my beloved folks and to see some family members, but to have my five year-old daughter Sofia take her first swimming lesson and to see her happy demeanor in speaking to her "Abuelo" who is by my account, the best story teller in the world. She enjoy my mothers cooking, and I really do not know anyone who has ever complained, and that was evident in the number of people who showed up at the house and stayed for supper.-- My wife was very impressed by some of our customes and wishes she would have met more people, but a week is not enough time. It felt like two days. Maybe next time we'll visit for more time.--But when will next-time come? Who know, maybe after the birth of our next child which we will name Samira. Another girl and at my age all I can say is that I love it. I love being a husband and father and if I could ver recommend anything to anyone, that would be for you to never forsake your family or marrigae. They are sacred and "he Lord hates divorce". -- I remember that in H.S. Mr. Vives had a car name Kahoutec, and Mr. Cubero had an eye on me "for some reason", Ms. Molinari, had a loud wonderous voice and Mr. Feliciano, really was good teacher. But what I really miss from this era, is a man who I really respected, and that is Mr. Roman. If we could just transfer his teachings to our children, we would have some wonderful people around. May he rest in heaven.-- I would like to say so much, but I dare not since their are those who would like to read between the lines and come up with the wrong conjecture.-- I am now in San Antonio, Texas and if any of you are ever this way, please feel free to call on me.
God Bless You All,
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