Breathe
By Fátima Masse
These days I went to visit my grandfather and relatives I have in Mexicali.
"You're going to be so hot!" my cachanilla aunt said to me when I told her my plans. "I can imagine," I replied, remembering the extreme temperatures we spent most summers in. During my childhood and adolescence it was common for my parents to send me on long vacations with my siblings. We didn't have much family life in Mexico City, so we would happily go, despite the heat, to do everything we didn't do in the capital: play with our cousins, ride our bikes in the streets, organize barbecued meats with the best flour tortillas, eat Chinese food and, of course, cross to the "other side". Experiences I remember fondly.
A few weeks ago they announced the Queretaro-Mexicali flight and that was the push I needed to hurry up a visit I had pending, especially to spend time with my 92 year old grandfather, who is no longer in a position to make long term plans.
