Last Wednesday, September 20th, I embarked on an adventure which I never tried before fearing I might not have survived it: a 15 hour road-trip from Jacksonville, FL to Greenwood, IN–almost 900 miles–on board a mini-van with five adults and two children.
The reason for the trip was a family wedding and reunion on my husband’s side. The last time that we were together was in September of 2009, and since then, there has been a funeral, three weddings, and six births.
In comparison with my Colombian family, which gathers frequently, getting an American family together in the same place is a task of titanic proportions. In the case of my husband’s family, there are members who live in each corner of the US, from California, Texas, Missouri, Indiana, Kentucky, Illinois, and Ohio. Therefore, such event is unforgettable. Continue reading “The Blood Calling”