Villa Vàsquez pin

My mom and dad are from Villa Vásquez, and I spent every single summer there as a little girl. Back then, I didn’t understand how much that little town would mean to me one day. I was just a child, making friends, feeling free, and collecting memories I would carry for the rest of my life.

I still remember the smell of la panadería every morning. My grandpa had a carnicería, and I would ride with him to Botoncillo to take care of the pigs and cows. At the time, it was just another day with him. Now, it’s a memory I wish I could step back into.

I remember spending my whole summer allowance at Helados Bon. 😂 And the mornings when my mom’s cousin, Chicho, would come over and try to convince me to bury ice cubes.

The little things. The familiar faces. The freedom of being a child in a place where my parents had once been children, too.

I remember everything. And the older I get, the more I appreciate what my parents gave me by taking me back every summer: time with my family, a connection to my roots, and a little town that will always hold a piece of my heart. 🇩🇴🤍