I bought a piece of flan today at a tinylittle store that sells latin american foods. the whole place smelled like mexico. all the girls spoke spanish.
I took my one piece of flan home to eat. I couldn't believe how I was overwhelmed with emotion....not just because it tasted so good....and it did! but I was overpowered by sights and sounds of mexico. It brought tears to my eyes. It seems that missing mexico is like grieving for a lost love. I know that sounds dramatic but that is sometimes just how it is.
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I believe you.....
I know how that feels, and it has been years that I left there. But I still love flan! My aunt would make it for me, but haven't even been to visit her in ages. I bought something similar in France recently, but not the same.
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