Our enchanted world

I don´t know if it´s the fabric yoyos research; or because yesterday was my beloved grandmother´s, now deceased, birthday; maybe I’m exhausted from too much work; or perhaps it´s what they call a “midlife crisis”. It doesn´t matter, whatever the cause, all lead me to relive the most unforgettable moments of my life, shared with my beloved sisters, Ray and Flori, and this fills me with longing.
The idea, in principle, to have a blog was no less than telling my story. My husband and many of those who have heard it have made comments like: “I would like to be close, even if looking through a peep hole”, others have suggested that I write a book, and others tell me “those are amazing things, I would like to listen to the three versions in order to compare: something like the Gospels, because these things can not be true”.
My sisters and I, in addition to the shared memories, we have in common things like the love of art, nature and, above all, our faith in Jesus Christ. Of course, not everything is rosy, it’s amazing how we keep the habit of quarreling like children, but as such, nothing happens, everything is forgotten immediately and enjoy it in our own way.
The Paredes sisters are very different women, not superior, but very different. Because of them, I honor the family name that for 25 years, many have not heard, but yes, I am nothing more and nothing less than the middle child, who stayed in her “terrible twos”.

Flori, me, and Ray in our 130,790 square meter backyard

My father is fond of animals, especially cows, and still retains some.

Part of the old corral

Begonias: we really feasted on these flowers, of course, hidden from our grandmother.

Zinnias, our favorite flowers. Hundreds of butterflies settled on them, which we would catch in cans, to later set free in our grandparent´s house.

Cacao trees, from our grandparent´s plantation.

Cocoa beans: I still remember the aroma when it was recently removed from the pods, and as it dried on those big slabs of concrete that, at night, in the moonlight, was our playground.

How many times did we weight ourselves? Each day, each time when our grandfather, who was devoted to the cocoa production and sales, received the locals with their horses loaded with cocoa beans.

That blue pot I picked up from the yard recently, I literally dug it from the yard, this was the pot where several heads of garlic was boiled daily so that my grandfather would have an infusion, one of his eccentricities, and the small vase, I only know that I have seen since I have recollection, one of the many knick-knacks, then called "bisquits" that adorned my granparents´ coffee table.

Part of their "so prized tableware," that was not used daily.

I keep many of their things, but what I treasure in my heart is all the fantastic stories that I lived every day with my sisters in that place called La Bija, in Cotuí, that´s why "I don´t want to grow up"