Nevermind the fly.

Nevermind the fly.

Thinking about home sometimes becomes harder than you'd imagine. It's like a dream where you can see all these great things but you can't touch them, feel them, smell them… It's just a part of a different reality, one that resides in your head and your heart but that is no longer present.


It is all a matter of description, really. How to express what makes a home what it is? Is it the smell? Is it the people? All this thoughts crowded into my head while facing a keyboard to prepare the introductory speech for my country's participation in the International Festival at the Washington Center.



Every term, TWC will commemorate and celebrate the heritage and culture of every foreign nation represented by the students in Washington, D.C. The festival is one of the most anticipated and well-organized events in the whole term –- it really becomes a party of national pride and celebration of our diversity. Sixteen countries represented by 125 international students, presenting their best dresses, dishes and talents to expose a glimpse of the place that each one calls home, and oh boy! They all did.



It was an amazing experience to feel the pride in each song and dance. You almost felt identified with the inflamed loftiness of every participant while presenting an act; it was like being teleported from one place to another in a trip all around the globe. Let me tell you something, it is something else to see all those cultures, being so apart from one another, become a big group of celebration and joy. Despite our different traditions and manners, we are in the same ship –- if everyone thought that way, I’m sure that would be a very happy boat.



Nevermind the fly.


As I said in most of my entries during my blogging adventure in TWC –- living in the United States has given me great and not so good memories. Last week I experienced, like we Mexicans say, the fly in the soup.


But first let me tell you the whole story. Last Sunday I went to Philadelphia. I got to climb the Rocky steps while singing its most iconic song – Ta ra ra, Ta rara, Ta ra ta rara, tarara tara tara tara! I also went to the Eastern Penitentiary that once was “the most famous and expensive prison in the world, but stands today in ruin, a haunting world of crumbling cellblocks and empty guard towers”… That’s an accurate description. It was such a great place to visit!



Now, as I said before, here comes the fly. After that, we went to a place called Geno's steaks, that bragged to be “the Best Cheesesteak in Philadelphia since 1966.” That was an awful experience. I have never been to a more racist place. And that's all I have to say about that.


Finally I got to see the Liberty Bell –- not owned by the Taco Bell restaurants, but a good joke -- Independence Hall, the Masonic Temple and City Hall. In the end, I really enjoyed getting to know such an historic place!



So, the final lesson of all those experiences would be: even in the fastest and happiest boat, a fly will find a way to get in the middle of your cheesesteak. Enjoy the view, nevermind the fly.



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