Even though my whole Thanksgiving week was spent here in the KDUR radio station and not with my family (where I really wanted to be) was good. I learned a lot about myself. I learned to like Rock-n-Roll. Don't get me wrong I like rock, pop, and the nice rap (if there is such a thing). Except country, sorry I just can't do country, I just can't. I really got out of my comfort zone, which is spanish music. You know I really never thought about NOT hearing spanish music. Growing up in Houston it's everywhere! Last year when we went to go visit my family my son made the comment, "why is the radio on in the street," what he was referring to was that the Mexican bakery that we were about to go into had music playing on the sidewalk, and of course you dont see that in Durango, so I guess it was strange to him.I get tears in my eyes everytime I think about that, strange.

But you don't really know what you have until it's gone. My neighborhood back home is the great to me, but maybe people who visit may not feel the same, I gues the word to use is "barrio". But that is where I lived for 24 years of my life. My favorite corner taco stand is there, my hairdresser is there, my friends that I grew up with are there, everything that I have known to be good is there. My family is there. I miss it. I miss waking up on Sunday morning to go get hot barbacoa with fresh corn tortillas, and of course getting freshly made bread from the bakery. I miss MY MUSIC, the music that defines me, that tells me it is ok to be Mexican, that it is ok to be me. I miss it. Durango is a beautiful a great place, but if I could go back today to MY neighborhood I would in a heartbeat.

I don't know, I feel that music to a culture is very important and when you don't hear it feels a little lonely. It feels like you have lost a piece of you that you had no idea that it was part of you. Well that's how I feel at least.