Taquitos & a Trumpet

July 30, 2012 — Leave a comment

Just two things, in the space of two days, that provided sweet memories of my mom and dad.

After decompressing from my race yesterday, Karen and I found a great Mexican eatery in the Ferry building (Mijita.). I had a taco and Karen got the chicken taquitos. The taquitos were exactly like the ones my mom made – thousands of times. What memories: anxiously watching her roll/fry/stack them, eating them by the handfull, homemade guacamole, salsa that made even my dad cry, being the “lucky one” who found a toothpick in your taquito… Wow, just like it was yesterday. (oh, and yes, I ate one of Karen’s taquitos.)

Tonight, sitting on our patio, we are being serenaded as our neighbor two doors down has a mariachi band playing in their backyard. Every time I hear mariachi music, I think of my dad. The Thanksgiving and Christmas after my mom died, he spent a few weeks with us. One night, we went to a local Mexican restaurant and they had a mariachi band strolling around that night. My dad requested a few songs, listened, and teared up – they were ones that reminded him on my mom.

Memories. Sweet memories.

How I miss them both so much…

Training Journal – 7/30/12:

  • Current plan: Half-marathon program – Recovery Week
  • Today’s session: Rest
  • Comments: My left foot/heel are a bit angry today. Usual stiffness from the race yesterday – oh, and an afternoon/evening walk around Fisherman’s Warf area…

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