Memories from an “all girls” Catholic school

My son, following the public education of where we live, will go through four schools before graduating from high school. He is truly unfazed by the system and is already looking forward to going to his third school, I,  on the other hand, cannot help but feel anxious that he is not creating roots andContinue reading “Memories from an “all girls” Catholic school”

The power of true friendship… looking into my memories

I grew up with a fantastic group of friends.  Some of them are part of my life since I was 5 years old (really we met in kindergarten!).  Others were added to the circle as we grew up, however, we, all together, go back since we were 12 years old. We are now older, weContinue reading “The power of true friendship… looking into my memories”

Question of the Week: What song or songs remind you of your younger self or of a specific time in your life?

This question has been on my mind for a very long time, the reason I think this question often pops in my head is that I have vivid memories that are strongly attached to specific songs, each time I hear these songs, my soul goes time traveling back to that moment and I feel encapsulatedContinue reading “Question of the Week: What song or songs remind you of your younger self or of a specific time in your life?”

Mari’s Book Review – The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon

I picked this book from my dad’s library in one of my visits to Panama. Actually, I picked book number 3 without knowing it is a 4-book series and started reading it. Soon enough I realized that I needed to stop and get books 1 and 2 immediately. I remember I was on a weekendContinue reading “Mari’s Book Review – The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon”

The joy of running wild…

(Above are my two sons, at this time 11 and 8, last summer, and right behind is my Dad) I was born in Panama, and my kids have been able to go back every vacation for a few weeks.  They stay with my parents, in the countryside, where my parents live. The little town isContinue reading “The joy of running wild…”