Good morning to a chilly Sunday.

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I have to get up, dear friends, to get ready to receive Mario. He will come around 4 but I will give him a late lunch because he is going to the cemetery before coming. He won´t have time for lunch. Mario lost his wife to covid during the pandemia. And although lately there are less people who are buried here, the catholic culture in my country is nearer the burials and then go to the cemetery to "see" their loved ones and to change flowers and clean the tombstones. Only in the second part of my life there has been a cultural change here in which the traditional All souls day was forgotten and changed for the imported Halloween. Before we went to the cemetery (as they still do in Mexico). And now that I´m writing about this, I remember what I replied here when talking about immigration. Our culture is changing all the time for different reasons. We can see it in our cuisine that changes as immigrants come and bring their dishes and spices. Soy sauce was not in my kitchen for a long time and I did not know that sushi existed undil I was middle aged. But we had had a big Palestinian immigration in my country earlier for political reasons and I had tried their wonderful food and sweets decades before. Where did your forefathers came from? I have a mixture of bloods that can only happen in the Americas. And I´m proud of it.