Painter’s Breakfast

Hola Galeras,

It has been a big week and a nice breakfast. I finished myself in these moments hoping to be clever. The food hit me sold in the stomach and reminded me of a Caribbean potato salad. My abuela and my Tia would make these long lasting meals at the end of the day. We used to eat twice a day.

I keep remembering this picture I took of my bag.

I miss this art book. I still have it but I miss it at the same time. It’s not meant to make sense.

Good meals are like time traveling.

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