Saturdays are tough, man. It’s the day where our week SHOULD be ended, but we both drag ourselves through one.more.day. In our little town, it’s the day that all the folks come in from the hills to sell their vegetables at the market and run their errands. So Mr. Crônicas has to open the store, come hell …
Fotocrônica: Cavalgada
There are some times of the year that remind me how very much I live in a South American version of Texas. The annual rodeo (cavalgada) is certainly one of them. Everyone busts out their cowboy best. Me in my lovely maxi sundress stuck out like a sore thumb (someone could have warned me–Boots!I love …
