What's up, Doc?

Quick: think of a Mexican food item.

Did you think of carrots? Good for you. That’s right. I have eaten most of my 2017 carrots in the past 24 hours. Every single meal has included carrots in one form or another.

Like many of you, I come from a land called New Mexico. It is a strange and wonderful place. Without getting into a complicated history, I will simply remind you that the nation of Mexico is the land I come from’s mom.

Weird, right? I mean, England is kind of my nation’s mom. Like every family, our relationships are goofy and hard to explain. Maybe you were raised by your mom, but you have another woman in your life who was like a mother to you. Maybe you don’t have a mom. Maybe a million possibilities. Maybe corn flakes and panda bears.

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Mexico is my state’s mom, but I really don’t know her very well. It is pretty nice that I get a chance to visit her. I hope she likes me. I hope we don’t have to talk about my nation’s creepy stepfather.

I’m going to get off of the family analogy in just a moment, but let me just say that when I am in Spain, I will be visiting my state’s grandmother.

Abuela.

Juli and I watched several hours of dance today. We will do the same tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that. And the day after that. And then we’ll see.

It’s just a quick blog for now. Goodnight from New Mexico’s mom. Tomorrow we dance and eat carrots.