Ode to La Familia Flores

Before I left to Nairobi, my dad's side of the family (aka the Flores crew) rang in the New Year with a big ol' bash--Mexican style. The familia got together at my parent's house in the northern Mexican town of Guerrero, Coahuila. That's the same town where my parents grew up, where our Flores grandparents are buried, where countless of weekends were spent and where my wedding was held. Here's to starting a great year with the familia.


Before the guests arrived, my older sister Nilda (left) and I appreciate the view.


The party gets started and my dad dances the granny piñata. My aunts shake their booties in the background.


One of my favorite foods in the planet is barbacoa. Slow cooked, in this case, baby goat meat that gets so tender it falls off the bone after six or so hours of cooking inside a hole in the ground. Vegetarians, please look away.


From the top of my head I can count more than 15 first cousins on my dad's side. Here are a few of us who made it to Guerrero.