Very happy I got to spend Mother's Day with my mom, my grandma and my best friend. We wandered around Olvera Street and had lunch at a tiny Mexican restaurant that was literally a hole in the wall. Elisa used my 35mm camera to take that wonderful photo of three generations of crazy Mexican women. As you can clearly see, these two brujas are mainly to blame for my perverse sense of humor and social ineptitude. Case in point: my grandmother's cane tends to find more use as a bazooka than as a walking aid.
Living away from my family sucks sometimes, but it makes little outings like this kind of dreamy and amazing.