Carnaval.... Get Me There

HAPPY CARNAVAL!!!
Fat Tuesday, Martes de Carnavel, Carnaval in Rio.... I wish I was there. :( Waaaah. I need to get to Brazil soon.

Not only is Carnaval the BIGGEST Carnaval celebration party in the world, it looks super fun. Before Lent, Carnaval is celebrated in many countries throughout the world. I will mos def add this to my check list of places to visit. Here goes my list so far:

1.) Italy (the whole damn country! Ho voglio di practicare il mio italiano. Ho dimenticato tutti! Io solo parlo il inglese e il spagnolo bene. 

2.) India - Rajasthan region

3.) Rio de Janeiro for next year's Carnaval

4.) Mexico City 

5.) Japan

and finally finish in BRAZIL for the World Cup 2014

Besides my envy for all the people having fun on this splendid day and who will be hung over at mass tomorrow on Ash Wednesday (yeah, I'm a Mexican Catholic), let's give BARCELONA an applause for whooping Arsenal. Woo-woo!!! 

So as you can tell, I don't have much to say today, for all you people out there who have been celebrating, have a drink in my honor!!! And let's samba our booties off!! Or have a tequila if you are celebrating the same thing in Jalostotitlan, Mexico. 

P.S. It's been a mission to learn about blogging. If I have an blogging savvy readers, please help me out. I need to know all the logistics about posting pictures and putting a banner on mine. Thanks for your help dolls! 

xoxoxo

Evelyn 

Life & Family

FYI: This post is not soccer or travel related. It's about something very personal to myself, which is life and my family.

Throughout my life, I have spent countless hours thinking about where my family originates from and the impact that growing up in small town Jalisco has had on both of my parents. They both were born in a small town called San Gaspar de los Reyes and originate from an even smaller town called Santa Isabel. Although I've always been extremely proud of where my family is from, and consider it my second home due to countless summer long visits, I was never thankful for it, or for the particular families that I am actually a part of.

Due to recent events, I now as an adult see how wonderful my family is. Our story is a story of migration and hard work. Our story is one of honest living and working hard to find ends meet for the family. I am almost at a loss of words in describing how amazing and truly blessed I am to be surrounded by such inspirational individuals. Generation after generation I see more and more role models to aspire to be like, from my grand-father who came to the United States as a bracero to the generation before mine which continues to open new doors for us, (in generation whatever we are) to explore.

I can only say that I am blessed and eternally grateful. I love me family. Thank you for teaching me the right morals. Thank you for welcoming into a part of something so beautiful. Thank you for being so warm and compassionate. I love you.

This post is dedicated to all my Ornelas readers. <3

xoxoxo
Evelyn