Thursday, August 21, 2008

Amaca

Amaca, I don't know if I spelled that right, is a hammock. My mom brought me this pretty, hand made one from her hometown. Some of my childhood memories include sleeping in these, while we visited my grandmother in Mexico, in hot and humid temperatures. The homes I stayed in are made out of cement walls and floors, no carpet of course. The water would just fall from gravity when I showered, no water pressure. I remember seeing the colorful, large iguanas scurrying across the walls, eating grilled fish the adults caught, watching my grandmother prepare chicken for dinner after picking it up from her country home, killing it, plucking the feathers, and so on. Everything was simple, simple furnishings, always clean and orderly, and relaxing.

4 comments:

Chris said...

I really like the picture and the story :)

D said...

I love reading about your childhood. Makes me think being one particular race isn't as enriching as being multi-racial. Maybe I just need to live/experience more.

BenjaminFamily said...

Beautiful pic and story. Hammock in Spanish is spelled "hamaca" and the "h" is silent.

lucy said...

thanks!