This has been a draft for already three weeks, so now I’m just going to post it.
So last last… last Friday, my family and I went to Mission Texas to visit my grandparents. Even though I have hopes to maybe one day travel to different places, I hate long car rides. They are uncomfortable for all who are involved. So I usually try to time travel and sleep the entire drive. That means I miss out on scenery and road trip games. But let’s be honest…are those always fun? Not for this road trip. Anyway, so we left our house around 5 AM and Kat and I did not sleep that night so I was pretty grumpy. Not that I’m a morning person to begin with. After packing up the truck we left the house while it was still dark out. I went to sleep and didn’t wake up until 9 AM, that was when we stopped at a McDonald’s for breakfast. Just had a biscuit with jelly and an orange juice. After that we continued our drive, Kat started feeling a bit nauseated and we had to pull over but she just had a mile case of car sickness. We took another nap and arrived at my grandparent’s house by noon. I was still sleepy so after I said my hellos I fell asleep on the couch.
When I woke up again we went to buy some Pan Dulce (sweet bread). The valley has the best fruit and sweet bread compared to my home town so it’s always nice to pick some up from a local valley bakery. Unfortunately, I didn’t take any pictures of that and I regret it. I usually always take pictures of food. >o< I did managed to snap a picture of this picture of my grandparents when they were younger. According to my dad and tio, it was a day they spent at the zoo. They look like normal parents in this picture. I just mean I don’t really know my grandparents too well. My grandmother only speaks Spanish and I know none so we can’t really communicate with each other. But the grandparents I knew/know are not these people in this picture above. Does aging really continue to change you? I’ve seen my grandmother on a occasion joke with my grandfather but they don’t have the same love my parents have for each other. I look at my parents and see that loving someone forever is possible. But when I think of my grandparents, I see an understanding and the remains of a love once had. As depressing as that sounds, I like to think they were once in love. The kind of love that would lead to four children and I’m sure they still love each other now. After all, my grandmother tends to my aging grandfather. He’s 91. But then again, I think about their time and age and can only hope that when I meet someone I want to spend the rest of my life with I’ll still be with him when he reaches 91.
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Sorry, I didn’t intend for this to be deep. I was going to discuss how I got food poisoning but I’m trying to write an essay for class and I’m distracting myself with this blog draft that should have been updated last last week. I have other things I want to discuss but I’ll save it for an entry I can actually dedicate some time to. Until then.