There are some things that's better not to try

 I like food and enjoy eating. So in this aspect of my life I enjoy trying and discovering new flavors.

 Sometimes, I found new delicious combinations that I add to my daily diet, but sometimes I have had very bad experiences. 

And this story, is about one of those bad, or let me say it in a new age way: not so good food experience. 

When I moved to Merida to go to the University, I´ve discovered a lot of new things and of course those new things included food. 

Near to my house there was a bakery, pretty good one, not the best but good enough to fulfill all the bread requests I had for those days.  At any time I went to the bakery, there were some kids buying a ‘thing’ that I never saw before, it looked soft and chewy, but its color wasn’t very yummy, but the kids ate with a big smile of pleasure. 

So, one day, I asked what was that, and they told me: templones, and they said it was like a marshmallow, certainly it wasn’t white, it was beige, and dark beige, but well they looked happy eating it, and of course I had to try it too, so I bought one, and with my mouth watering I gave it a big bite and… oh MY GOD it was the most horrendous thing I ever tasted in my life!!! Its barely sweet, it is sticky and also smell like a cow, and of course I had to spit out everything and drop it in the closest trash can. Once again I asked, why this taste like a cow, but not like meat, no, like the cows smells in the open, and the answer was, oh, easy girl, it is because it is made from the cows feet, from that gelatin they have inside their feet, they cook that and add a little bit sugar and that’s it. I certainly do not recommend trying it, that’s only for people who grow up eating it. 

I have a dream

At one point of our lives we all have had dreams about how our life will be, what would we do for a living, and how our lives will develop.

Most of the time, this dreams are linked with the idea of what we want to do. So, it is frequent to listen kids saying: I’m going to be a doctor, a fireman, a policeman, a writer, a nurse and so on and on, but, when this kids grow up, become something totally different at what they said when they were young. This is normal, usually this come with certain points of maturity, and this dreams changes, but sometimes, this dreams don’t change, and will always keep being dreams.

In my case, I always dreamed about becoming a writer. And I wrote short stories when I was a child, stories that now are lost and also are lost in my memory, but I wrote, I also wrote stories when I was younger, those stories, fortunately are not lost, they still exist.

What I lost, was the path I was drawing for myself, with some maturity fiction, one day I just started to write less and suddenly I don’t remember how I just stopped writing stories, I wrote some other thing, serious things, adult papers, boring paper, job papers, and I left my dreams behind, and those became in a blurry shadow that sometimes when I was sleeping showed up to fade very quickly.

However,  some days at some places, who knows why and how, suddenly comes to my memory the bittersweet idea that, once upon a time  I had a dream.

Today was one of those days, I submitted one old story I wrote to a revision in a workshop, and the result was, that my dreams popped out in my mind like a firecracker, and of course helped me to take a life decision: I’m going to restart writing, no matter what ends up, probably I’m not going to be the next Gabriela Mistral for name a Latinamerican writer, or the next J.K Rowling, but, that’s not the important thing here, the fact is, that I’ll follow my dream, I’m going to restart writing my stories, and If I get published, I’ll dance under the rain for a couple of days just as the drunk and kids does, and If I don’t get published, I’ll be happy too, probably I’ll be dance under the rain too, and enjoy what am I doing.