My mom encouraged me to do DNA testing several weeks ago. She had hers tested and while there were no surprises — a preponderance of Eastern European — she wondered how my father’s genetic makeup would come down to me with his Italian and Eastern European roots. I have always considered myself Italian, mostly because
I haven’t had a lot of dreams lately but the ones I have had have been emotionally-laden and indicative of transitions with the potential for deep transformation. Sometimes I gauge how well I have slept by whether I remember even remnants of a dream; I know that dreaming happens in the deepest stages of sleep
I am feeling grateful this morning to be back in Querétaro, México among great friends and a people whose food and culture and love of life that I feel privileged to experience when I am here. While I come here often each trip feels like a journey anew, with new sights and sounds and smells