The Earthquake in Ecuador

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I am fortunate enough to have more than one home; I think that I actually have three. To me, home is Glendon, is where I long to be after a long day of braving the wind and snow. It is where my life and my future are right now; after a long day of walking downtown my pace quickens when I see that York University sign on Bayview and Lawrence.Home is Colombia, my grandmother’s cooking, horseback riding with my grandfather up in El Retiro and eating sweeting popcorn surrounded by my cousins in a movie theatre.

And last, and maybe more so, home is Ecuador. Say “think home” and the first image that comes to mind is a great green mountain. This is where I grew up, my parent live here. My room with all my books and pictures is here.  I read my first words here, I made friends, I graduated high school; I built all my hopes and dreams from inside the shelter of the Andes, even if they are not to be fulfilled within.

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I know, I know. It’s been a while I’m sorry. How about a midweek post just in time for Christmas to make up for it. Speaking of which…

This year I am spending the holidays in North Carolina with my sister, aunt and grandmother instead of the usual way, with my mother, father and both sisters in Ecuador. One of the things I love most about is experiencing a different culture. It may sound cliché, but it is also very true. There something pretty awesome in seeing this same old world in a bright new way.  But want to know what’s even better? Sharing your own culture right back and seeing something pretty great emerge, because very often the result is not a culture clash as much as a truce. Proof? Eggnog, Yess! But pair it with Buñuelos and Natilla and the result is almost magical.

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