This weekend I went to my prima's daughter's quinceneara. It was fun and interesting. First off, my cousin's daughter, kept calling me "primo." Now, technically, for those Americanos reading this, that may be correct. I think most people would say she's my cousin once removed. But that just sounded so weird to me. Why you ask? Because I grew up calling my dad's cousins, "Tio." Even this weekend, my other cousins introduced their kids to me and said, "say hi to your tio." I'm her tio, not her primo! Now that I have a kid, my kid will call my cousins "tio" or "tia." That's just the way it is. It was just pretty funny. Nonetheless, the quinceneara was really fun and I'm glad I want.
Next, my cousins from Califas came to the quinceneara. They seemed to get a kick out of watching the way people danced. Now, you make think Mexicans here and Mexicans there and Mexican everywhere are the same - we're not. Apparently, its a phenomenon to them to see people on the dance floor moving in a circle. You know, just going with the natural flow of the traffic - kinda like on a skating rink. Isn't that just the way people dance? I'll ask my wife, she's from Califas.
I hadn't been to a relatives quinceneara in a pretty long time. This one was fun. Afterwards, we went back to my primas house and ate menudo. Kinda like a tornaboda, but a tornaquince!