“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.
Mardi Gras street party, Av. Francisco de MIranda, Chacaíto, Caracas, Venezuela (1997). (English text follows below). De dónde viene ese … More