where we are
This is my street. Where no one knows my name, and every holiday is occasion for a parade.
This one is from the Dominican American parade. Last Sunday was the Latino American parade. Those Guatemalans have some crazy dance moves.
I’ve decided to join the illustrious blogverse because, well, I am refusing to let my brain rust over while I continue to search for some sort of living that will enlighten me. I’m a little (alot. so very) excited to have something to work on.
In the meantime, there are some lovely spectacles outside my window to entertain me.