I went to a mi gente wedding. It was comforting to practice my Spanish with people I didn't know. I heard the grito one after another. I heard accordion music. I had a variety of carne, regular mole and mole verde. I had arroz y frejoles. I had Pico de gallo and nopales. I had chile and warm fresh tortillas. I heard someone sing ranchera music.

I saw cowboy hats and cowboy boots with spurs. What a good way to end the week. I was comforted by things that are me. This is a cherished moment.