Picture of Mom and me taken by Abdalla of Quebec. We met him and his lovely wife, Colette, who are here visiting Puerta Vallarta. I hope to share more about our meeting with these sparkling sweethearts sometime…
raconter (rah kon tay)
: to tell (a story)
raconter une histoire
A Day in a Mexican Life… by Kristin Espinasse
I visit my Mother's casita for the first time in 18 years…
At night she tiptoes into the cuarto de visitas, the guest room. "Kristi… Are you awake?"
It is 2 a.m., it is 4:30 a.m. and now, this morning, she arrives at ten to six. Each time, I inch over, leaving room on the pillow as Mom sets her head gently beside mine and there, in the still of the night, she spills her beautiful 64-year-old mind.
I listen to her dreams, to her memories, to her inspirations, every thought unveiled in exquisite detail. Her interior life rushes out, unbridled, and it is my honor to be washed over by the beauty and the unbearable alike.
My heart both soars and it breaks, but I will not break the flow of Mom's story no matter how long it takes.
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Jules and Breezy.
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I did some Internet searching, but couldn’t find any information on those things on the beach. They have a name, which I’ve forgotten, and it didn’t turn up in any site I quickly checked. I still think they may have orginally used for coastal defense, but they do make interesting modern sculptures.
In any case, I hope you will have a wonderful time with your mother and everyone else you meet.
Another late post… Thank you for valuing the beauty of the interior life. What a blessing you are to each other.
Hi Kristin: I’m a late comer, because I only stumbled on your blog barely a week ago. But I enjoy so many anecdotes you wrote. Many of them bring back some memories of a certain étape de ma vie. I remember wanting to be close to my mother. But being born in a conservative family that cherished boys over girls, I accepted my fate. I vowed to change that when I would have a daughter. Unfortunately, I do not have any daughter in later years 🙁
It’s beautiful to read about your mom and you being so close…like sisters. Your mom is a beautiful woman, full of vivacité et sagesse. I like her advice to you about your “messy home”, that at least you make the neighbors happy to know their house is cleaner. Hahaha, that makes me feel good to hear that, because my home is often in… disarray. However, at times, I do feel guilty and do my best to clean up after my mess. But I do not let that wear me down every day.
How do you pronounce your mom’s name? Jules, c’est normalement un prénom pour garçons, n’est-ce pas?
Bonne semaine à vous tous!