It is Thursday the 18 of March in Queenstown, New Zealand, where I am right now, but it is only Wednesday the 17, for most of you in the "western world". I'm far away from my own world, but I'm visiting places I used to dream of visiting since I was 5.
I used to be awakened by the roosters' singing, at 5 AM in the morning every day when I was a child, and invariably I would start my sessions of "day dreaming" which would transport me to very distant places in the world, the places my mother told me once I would someday visit if I worked hard for it.
I had no idea then of what a plane would look like, I didn't even know that planes existed, instead, I used to dream of travelling in long, red car, fast trains flying in the air, whistling as they passed above the mountains by my little hometown of Pallatanga.
"Mom", I said one day, "it doesn't seem possible for me to ever be able to get to the places I dream of", and she answered, as she hugged me and tried to comb my rebel and sweatty black hair, "my little son, the dreams that do not come true, are only those that you do not believe in", and added "I have no doubt that you will see some day the places you have dreamed of, and many, many more".
As always, she was right!
Tommorrow, March 19 2010 will be St Joseph's day, the day my father used to celebrate his birthday, and it will be 19 years after he passed away to join my mom in heaven. Happy BD papa, please say hello to my mom, and to my brother Guido and my Sisters Letty and Lilia who have also joined you up there. You make a nice bunch and I'm sure you all look after us down here.
Rafico
A memoir written by a 67-year-old grandpa to tell his children and grand children about his roots, his childhood in a little village in the Ecuadorian mountains, his difficult but productive years as a teenager, his struggle to overcome the hardships of poverty through hard work and sacrifice, and his success as a corporate executive.
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ReplyDeleteQue lindo ver como los suenos se convierten en realidad! Abuelita Lucrecia was right. The dreams that don't come true are only the ones we don't believe in. Anything is possible through sacrifice and faith, as you have proven! You are the embodiment of her words. Keep enjoying your trip with Mom and keep us updated of your adventures! Let's see some photos, too...
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