Dinner with Cousin Juan Mario

As I told you before, I had dinner at Aunt Maria's last night, and it was delicious!  I also got to hang out with my cousin Juan Mario Sanchez, who is my papi's older brother's son, and he knows all the scoop about my Grandpa Sanchez.  Last night he told me about how vital Grandpa Sanchez was to the freein of Mexico, because he was General Zapata's right hand man.  General Zapata trusted my grandpa more than any of his other people, mostly because my grandpa did his drinkin on his own time and didn't show up drunk in battle.  My grandpa was a fierce warrior back in his day, and he almost single handedly took down General Diaz, who was a total motherfucker.  My grandpa was a hero and I am very proud of him and also, I am a lot like him in many awesome ways.  Here is a picture of me and Juan Mario last night before we got too full or too drunk, and also some pictures of my Grandpa Sanchez, who was awesome!

This is my Aunt Maria.  I took this picture right before I went home.  She was real tired from all the cookin she's been doin.

Juan Mario is my very favorite cousin!

This right here is the only picture of my Grandpa Sanchez in battle--he is goin right to the heart of the war, about to pull General Diaz right out of his dang saddle!

        

This is Grandpa Sanchez standin at the right hand of General Zapata.  Note how everyone else is all drunk and carryin on, while my grandpa retains his military bearin!

This is a very rare paintin of my Grandpa Sanchez and General Zapata, back when they was boys together.  Wow!

My grandpa was a true hero, and I am very proud of him.  I told my cousin Juan Mario that I was goin to take the portrait of him and General Zapata and hang it on my wall.  As soon as Mama Rainy comes home, I'm goin to make her and my mom get me a thumb tack.  I can't wait to tell them all about my people.  I tried to tell Mama Rainy a few weeks ago about all the people I met at the reunion, but she said I was totally full of shit and there was no one named Juan Mario except what I made up in my head.  I'll show her!!!  She cannot deny the proof!  Also, she wants me to get her coffee when I go on my Costa Rica adventure, so this is not the time to be all hateful and a nay sayer about my stories.  She burned her last bridge when she yelled at Grandma Christine last time--I told her there was no such thing as enough Costa Rica coffee but I guess she was havin that time of month or whatever ladies call it.  I DOUBT Grandma Christine's going to be bringin her any more coffee presents!

Love Simon