37 years ago my parents left Chicago - after 3 years living there - so Gabi could grow up in Mexico. Ever since they left they had never been back ... until now. Even though they have been living in Cincinnati for over 6 years now, we hadn't been able to convince them to take a long weekend and go there with us. For them - especially for my dad - the idea of being in the car for several hours, sleeping away from your bed, and getting out of your routine, is more of a hassle than something to look forward to. But this past weekend they finally decided to come with us. We were all very excited about it, because their return to the city that saw them as two young people just starting out was way, way overdue.
Unfortunately Bella decided to be in her worst behavior during the trip, which I must admit drained some of the happiness from the rest of us, but overall we still had a good time. I hope that being there brought some good memories back for my parents, especially when we visited the neighborhood where they used to live and the hospital where Gabi was born. Who knew that 37 years later, the three of them would be back to visit square one.
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