I went to what they called "El Ollo" in Rancheras.It's where my grandfather built his home and raised his 12 kids in Yauco.Getting there was half the fun, we traveled by car up a massive mountain, until the car could go no longer.Then we had to park the car on the edge of a cliff...yes a single person could have pushed the car over the edge, that's how close is it was.Then we traveled by jeep down a dirt path to the small home.
I met uncles, aunts and what seemed like a hundred or more cousins.I sat with my Dad's sisters and brothers, danced with my aunt, played with little cousins and had a wonderful time.One of the best parts was seeing all the pictures of the family everyone put up on the wall.Seeing my Dad in his youth and my uncles and aunts.It was great.
They played music, sang songs to my grandparents and had me even speak.It was a beautiful experience.
Since then Aliceas have been coming out of the woodworks.I've met tons of cousins in my own neighborhood, one of whom was my friend already...and he lives next door to my sister.I met a sister in Brooklyn I never knew existed.This has been a great ride, and it seems to continue!!!