And so I return.

My step-dad is dead, my mom a widow, my sister without a father. My step-brother is thoroughly brainwashed by the Army and can speak of nothing non-military. My grandpa continues to get skinnier and weaker. Nevada is looking wonderfully green after an unusually wet winter, but is full of bleakness and confusion via its inhabitants. Everything is torn.

Mexicans who work at American-centric resorts do not like to speak Spanish. My aunt-in-law is now married to a very nice fellow and mostly everyone on that side is jubilantly happy (although this is not necessarily related to the wedding). The verde salsa of the Guerrero state of Mexico is THE BEST EVER. I learned that I very much want a small pool and that I can like fresh strawberry daiquiris. In unsurprising news, people do not like things that are different than they expect or what they are accustomed. But, regarding Mexico, I am optimistic.

What is one word to describe the outcome of my past couple of weeks? OVERWHELMED.

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