Yelapa IS Home

He and the two beautiful women take me in the car. I am used to riding in cars now and actually enjoy it. We drive for a while until we get to our destination. He keeps telling me "welcome home" andRead more
He and the two beautiful women take me in the car. I am used to riding in cars now and actually enjoy it. We drive for a while until we get to our destination. He keeps telling me "welcome home" andRead more
We fly for some time, this time it's dark and I can only see faint lights beneath us. For my second landing, I see the bright building lights which get bigger and brighter as the plane gets closer. HeRead more
We are inside the large area where people are lining up to go through security. I give Yelapa some water. She drinks very little. Everyone wants to touch her and talk to her. A security officer picksRead more
We land at Denver International Airport. Yelapa is watching the landing out of the window. It is amazing how calm she is while experiencing her first landing. Yelapa and I are the last to deplane. ItRead more
We preboard. All the flight attendants are very nice to me. We sit in the back, in a window seat. This is really new and strange to me. More and more people are getting on and settling in their seats.Read more
Wow! What a big building! I have never been in a place like this one. It is huge, and I am amazed at the shiny floors and the tall ceilings. There were a lot of people, children and adults, mostRead more
It's time! We walk, I in my orange clothes and he in a red shirt that goes with my own colors, to the corner where there is usually a few taxis waiting. We reserve one of them, and walk one block forRead more
When we get back to the hotel, he has a surprise for me. He takes off my collar, the one my Hernández familia gave me ever since I came to live with them, and puts on my new clothes: a light orangeRead more
It's 8:00 in the morning. I drag him to the beach. It had just rained and the beach was not crowded We walk for a short bit. I wanted to linger, but he was anxious to get back to the hotel. We leaveRead more
We are out trying to grab something quick for our last dinner in Puerto Vallarta. Hipólito tells him to try Cafe de Olla, which is only a few blocks away. It seems it is quite popular. We sit outsideRead more