Well, on the Saturday previous to Mothers' Day, my hubby took me on a "tapas" tour. I think tapas is the Mexican word for appetizer, or something. Anyway, we started on La Boca, in Barceloneta, PR, eating alcapurrias. Only one each, because our trip had just begun. Then we took the beach road to Arecibo, another town in Puerto Rico. Beautiful sights all the way. Once in Arecibo we had pinchos by the lighthouse. Pinchos are the Puertorican version of kabobs. These were made of pork and chicken...yummmmmmmmm. 8-) After that, we had "empanada de ceti". Ceti is a tiny, tiny fish that comes to the shores of Arecibo once a year. When I say tiny, I mean TINY! About the length of a fingernail. Tiny!!! The "empanadilla" was full to explode with these little fishies. mmm nice! After that, we headed home, but first we stopped at the local IHOP, recently opened, and enjoyed chocolate chip and strawberry/banana pancakes...at 2:00 p.m....what an end to a great day!
On Sunday, he prepared fried sierra with yuca. What a guy! That's why I love him so much! Because he has creative forms of celebrating the most common of holidays.
And that, my friends, is how we celebrated Mothers' Day. How did you celebrate it? Let me know!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Not me, I still have a few months to go. My husband turned 50 yesterday. Wow! We have been together, including our dating years, for over 30 years! Time does fly! The thing is, I don't remember "growing to be 50." We met on our second day at the ROTC, on our fourth day of college. No biggie! Our professor, Cpt. Vega, had randomly chosen the first and last names of the student list to be the class leader and the assistant class leader. Those names "happened" to be mine and his. His was the first, mine the last. So I was appointed class leader.
The day we actually met, two days later, I asked him, "do you know who this so and so is?", and he told me it was he. We had to work together to plan class activities, PE's, and things like that. That was on August of 1979. By April of next year we were going steady. The rest, as they say (I have never known who "they" are) is history. We were both 18 when we met. Well, actually, I turned 18 about a month later.
Now, 30+ years later, I love him more than ever.
I remember reading a story with my sixth grade students. It was titled "Eleven", by Sandra Cisneros. In it, the girl who tells the story is turning 11, and she says that it doesn't feel any different from being 10. Well, I guess it's the same whether you are 11 or 50. It doesn't feel any different...or so my hubby said. It's not like you suddenly get more gray hairs, or more wrinkles... it's just another day. It so happens that on that day, you add one to your birthdays... and you can apply for AARP...hehe
So, I'll let you know what 50 will feel like to me. And maybe you can tell me what turning whichever age you are felt to you.