A few days ago, relatives from a town in the state where I live, called El Eneal, posted photos of the return of celebrations and bullfights and all that, although I am not in favor of the latter, I could sense the joy of the people at the revival of these festivities, which, if I am not mistaken, I believe were for the Virgin of the Assumption. Anyway, even though they could have done other things, it's nice that they value their culture and roots so much. This brought back memories of my childhood, and I looked for photos of those moments, because my aunt really liked to go and take us with her.

Almost all of my relatives, cousins, uncles, and others attended these events, and there were quite a few of them, including concerts, festivals, masses, and others. I'm confused about the photo; I don't remember if it was a festival or a music event they were offering. I think it was the latter, because there's a cousin who plays the cuatro very well, and I have fleeting images of him playing at that moment with my uncle, who is his father and introduced him to that world.

I think I was about 12 or 13 years old. I know it was quite a long time ago because we haven't been to El Eneal in a very, very long time. The houses where we can stay are somewhat uncomfortable. The first one is my grandparents' house, which was built by my aunt and has become part of the town's heritage. You can hear everything there, and it's impossible to get to sleep. The other one is my uncle's house. where you might hear a lot of things, but sleeping is uncomfortable. However, enjoying time with the family and sharing those moments made up for everything. Even today, I don't understand how my cousins (the one eating the hot dog and the other one in the brown shirt) weren't wearing sweaters. It gets terribly cold at night. Well, you'll notice that most of us were dressed warmly.