It had been almost 6 years since the last time Mom and Hanna came to Venezuela -they live in Buchholz in der Nordheide, a small town near Hamburg, Germany; they have ben living there for more than 10 years. I was really excited to see them as the day fast approached; the downside is that they were arriving on Dec. 14th, which is the last day of the semester and thus I cannot possibly stick my nose out of school during working hours. So as a compensation and also in order to help them arrive to Barquisimeto quicker, I got a couple of Aserca Airlines' tickets for them to go straight from Maiquetía Airport to Barquisimeto, where almost all my family on my mother's side was waiting for them in the arrivals room. I bet their hearts must have jumped of suprise and joy at seeing all that people together, for both Hanna, who barely knew them (she was 7 the last time she came and she lived here until she was 3) and mom, who is a very emotional (and dramatic) person, hehehe.
Now, they have changed a lot! I was so freakin' shocked when I saw Hanna that tall and cute being just 12 years old! -not that I didn't expect her to be cute; alas, she's my sister, she HAS to be strikinlgy beautiful, hehehe- and mom, well, it seems this friend is taking formol baths regularly, because I know for sure she was not taking Pycnogenol as I do.
But as well as happinnes came with them, tensions started to soar quickly. Mom is a VERY bossy woman who likes to take control of everything around her and of course, she started to do that with our lives as soon as she planed her feets on venezuelan soil. But, this time she got some surprises. We haven't had her by our side in a LONG time so we're not use to cope with such things anymore, and when I mean "we", I mean my grandma, my uncle, my cousin José David and myself. Mom had to confront me quite a few times because
1) I'm not a kid anymore,
2) Living alone in a stressful and agitated city like Caracas has made me evolve and grow as a person and as a man,
3) I can't stand oppression in any form and,
4) Dude, I'm a man and she's a woman! (sorry, G"d decided it was that way, He is also a man)
I never confronted her the way she is used to (a former policeman would never confront anybody verbally without taking loudly) and it seems it worked because as I was lowering my voice and saying "just listen to me mom" and looking at her black eyes, she lowered her guard, which is a HUGE achievement for a man! (no, mom's not an undefeatable monster, don't freak out; it's just that she is very strong and bossy). Anyway, we spent a nice time in Barquisimeto, especially going shopping with Hanna and with mom (on different ocassions, together and separated) was very nice. I had never enjoyed a sister! I mean, our connection is stronger because we were born on the same day, 18 years after. And she's a leader in her class like I used to be in my school when I was a kid! :-D
But it was all good having Mom and Hanna at home with us -mom even cooked for me quite a few times! Another good thing is that I noticed Hanna's spanish is really good since mom doesn't speak german to her at home; good job mutter! and on top of that, I slept in my granny's bed, like when I was a kid and felt lonely, hehehehe.
Three days before they left for Germany, they came to Caracas and spent the weekend with me. It was definitely a great experience because I could show them the place where I live, my friends, my landlords and this beautiful city, although it's a pity that we didn't go to the Avila in the cable-car. Anyway, we dined together and we spelt at a hotel room the three of us, where for the first time in my life since I was a baby, I slept with mom! We also went to Colonia Tovar so Hanna could see that germans came here to make a living and still retain their traditions, which she found really amusing, not just because of the typical soutern german rural architecture, but the appearance of the people (many blue-eyed blond ones, which is really rare in Venezuela) and the taste of Weißwurst, Debreczinerwurst, Knackwurst, Thüringer Rostbratwurst and Bratwurst, oh! and the t-shirt mom bought that said "Colonia Tovar - Ein Stück Deutschlands in Venezuela" with small german houses painted in the background. Sweet!
Mom, Hanna, I hope I can see you girls soon :-)
Now, they have changed a lot! I was so freakin' shocked when I saw Hanna that tall and cute being just 12 years old! -not that I didn't expect her to be cute; alas, she's my sister, she HAS to be strikinlgy beautiful, hehehe- and mom, well, it seems this friend is taking formol baths regularly, because I know for sure she was not taking Pycnogenol as I do.
But as well as happinnes came with them, tensions started to soar quickly. Mom is a VERY bossy woman who likes to take control of everything around her and of course, she started to do that with our lives as soon as she planed her feets on venezuelan soil. But, this time she got some surprises. We haven't had her by our side in a LONG time so we're not use to cope with such things anymore, and when I mean "we", I mean my grandma, my uncle, my cousin José David and myself. Mom had to confront me quite a few times because
1) I'm not a kid anymore,
2) Living alone in a stressful and agitated city like Caracas has made me evolve and grow as a person and as a man,
3) I can't stand oppression in any form and,
4) Dude, I'm a man and she's a woman! (sorry, G"d decided it was that way, He is also a man)
I never confronted her the way she is used to (a former policeman would never confront anybody verbally without taking loudly) and it seems it worked because as I was lowering my voice and saying "just listen to me mom" and looking at her black eyes, she lowered her guard, which is a HUGE achievement for a man! (no, mom's not an undefeatable monster, don't freak out; it's just that she is very strong and bossy). Anyway, we spent a nice time in Barquisimeto, especially going shopping with Hanna and with mom (on different ocassions, together and separated) was very nice. I had never enjoyed a sister! I mean, our connection is stronger because we were born on the same day, 18 years after. And she's a leader in her class like I used to be in my school when I was a kid! :-D
But it was all good having Mom and Hanna at home with us -mom even cooked for me quite a few times! Another good thing is that I noticed Hanna's spanish is really good since mom doesn't speak german to her at home; good job mutter! and on top of that, I slept in my granny's bed, like when I was a kid and felt lonely, hehehehe.Three days before they left for Germany, they came to Caracas and spent the weekend with me. It was definitely a great experience because I could show them the place where I live, my friends, my landlords and this beautiful city, although it's a pity that we didn't go to the Avila in the cable-car. Anyway, we dined together and we spelt at a hotel room the three of us, where for the first time in my life since I was a baby, I slept with mom! We also went to Colonia Tovar so Hanna could see that germans came here to make a living and still retain their traditions, which she found really amusing, not just because of the typical soutern german rural architecture, but the appearance of the people (many blue-eyed blond ones, which is really rare in Venezuela) and the taste of Weißwurst, Debreczinerwurst, Knackwurst, Thüringer Rostbratwurst and Bratwurst, oh! and the t-shirt mom bought that said "Colonia Tovar - Ein Stück Deutschlands in Venezuela" with small german houses painted in the background. Sweet!
Mom, Hanna, I hope I can see you girls soon :-)
