Dreaming of Home

I hate rain. With my entire soul. It would be accurate to say that if I never again had to live in a place with daily rains my life may just be complete. [pictures of rain below as proof how lame it is.]

That being said, I don't think it is just the rain.

There are a million things I love about Mexico.

Unfortunately, I have just come to realize that there are a million and one things I loved about living in the States. The fact is, what it boils down to is I really just prefer it there. For too many reasons to list here.

When people here ask me what I miss from the US, I always say the exact same two things: my family and the green grass and trees everwhere. They laugh, but that's because they have lived in this urban wasteland their entire life. Now I can finally admit what I truly miss about the US: everything.

Today wasn't the first time I woke up, thinking I was in KS. It wasn't even a spectacular dream. We were getting our suits on to go swimming nice and early, to the public pool within walking distance of our house back home. Lunch was packed to have a little picnic in the green lot next to the pool.

That was it. And then I woke up in the wrong country.

The rain jinx!

This was the post I started yesterday... It musthave made the rain gods angry because today beforeI could finish it it started raining. Oh, and hailing. Love you Mexico City summer!


It was titled "Here comes the sun...."
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"And I'd say- its alright..."

We have enjoyed a suprising two day reprive from Mexico City's wet, lame, and dreary version of summer.

And what does any good mama with kiddos do? Go to the park!

This is our nearest park. This was also the first and last time we will be taking our camera with us, I got quite the lecture when the man found out. He is right, but come on! I have to document the girls park, right?!