I haven't been able to be in Mexico for a little more than a month now, and though it doesn't seem as much I miss it already. I miss Sundays in the bazaar del monu where you can find people selling secondhand items, but not for the profit only for the experience of being somewhere on Sunday mornings, and where the braceros still meet to protest.
I miss going to the mercado with my mother on viernes de cuaresma to eat fish tacos and lentils, because my mom was too lazy to cook that weekend, but still we continue with the traditions. I miss opening the fridge and seeing the Tupperwares with the capirotada my grandmother sent.
I miss the business signs painted with handwritten calligraphy giving it some barrio feeling to it. I'm tired of the same neon signs I see everyday at the freeway. "Target", "Walmart", "Days Inn". I miss the colors, and the mess.
If you ask me why I'm proud to be a Latina... Well why wouldn't I be proud of who I am? I carry it with me like my skin.