Mis Hermanos

21/05/2012 by Ceri

When I’m feeling particularly homesick, my family end up in my dreams.

I’ve been thinking about my little brothers lately and how I really haven’t seen or spoken to them properly in six months. I Skype regularly with my parents but haven’t actually had a real conversation with these two guapos in all that time.

I miss having long, intense conversations with Fy Brawd about life, politics, society, books and films, and the fact that even though I’ve met a lot of wonderful people on the other side of the world, he’s still the funniest person I’ve ever met. I miss living with Baby Brother, cooking him Gypsy toast and nearly setting the house on fire, and having simultaneous cuddles and arguments with him.

Being away from them has made me realise that I don’t think I’ll ever be as close to anyone in the world as I am to them. They make up a huge piece of my heart.

I miss you both so much, mis hermanos. Thinking of you. Wish you were here. Wish I was there. ♡x♡x♡x

San Cristóbal, You’ve Been Livin’ Hell to Me

19/05/2012 by Ceri

I loved San Cristóbal de las Casas.

It was my Mexican equivalent of San Francisco in that it provided me with much inspiration and really touched my heart.

For months leading up to my visit, Rachael had been telling me about how much I was going to love it there, that SC was undoubtedly that much better than big, smokey D.F. and how I should keep my options open with teaching opportunities.

She was right, of course.

We were lucky to arrive in San Cristóbal just in time for the Festival of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Streamers, balloons, flags and all kinds of decorations lined the colonial streets. Gunpowder lined the roads, and the sounds of fireworks being let off all over the city consumed the usual silence of the night.

The first few days were filled with adventures of wandering around the city, taking in all of its wonderful sights and immersing ourselves into its culture.