“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal…. A time to be born, and a time to die” . Eccleciastes.
Twenty years ago, we said: “no more” and so we left the homeland. Venezuela has not changed much since then, I am afraid. And now the country faces yet another set of problems.
After a night of bar hopping and some drinking action, a steamy plate of this chili brings you back to life. A tested hangover cure!
“Nostalgia is a seductive liar” – George Ball.
“Ocean, n. A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man — who has no gills.”
― Ambrose Bierce.
For the unaware North American or European traveler who first arrives in the tropics, a pleasant surprise awaits. Against the reference background of northerner landscapes, the colors of the tropics do stand out boldly.
Family unity among my cousins continues, a sense of nostalgia keeps growing and the joking around does not stop. My cousins are a living example of “the more, the merrier”!
Motherly love does indeed last forever and motherly love is totally unconditional. I have seen this in countless occasions.
A small action can go a long way. My grandpa taught me about savings and the power of delayed gratification.
A kids’ Mardi Gras party, somewhere in Vargas, Venezuela (1963). (English version follows below). Otra linda foto tomada por Pablo José. … More