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Everything was flooded when we arrived to Guadalajara back in 1982 at around 10:30 p.m. We were tired after a long day's drive from Monterrey, Mexico and were escorted by Tio Salvador Michel to his residence.
I noticed security gates and walls in every residence along the way and were led into a huge brick house with a lot of rooms and an open patio.
We stayed up and talked for a while and soon headed to bed. I finally felt relieved and the heavy stress of driving through the Mexican deserts and mountains all day drained out of my body.
I could hear the thunder and rain outside but it was soothing like music. Speaking of music, we were awaken the next day by Mexican music on the radio and the smell of fresh tortillas and hot coffee.
It was exciting meeting my 9 cousins that morning, five primas and four primos. Primos that I have only heard about through stories my mother used to tell us...
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