En casa de mis abuelitos. . .

I have always loved going to my grandparents' house.

I am blessed to have all four grandparents alive, and two great-grandmothers alive as well. Actually, not more than eight years ago I still had four great-grandparents alive, and was fortunate enough to have met them.

However, it has been rare to have both sets of grandparents within reasonable distance at the same time.

When I was still in Guatemala, my mom's side of the family was the one we saw a whole lot. The last couple months, my grandparents would come have sabbath lunch with my family every sabbath. My grandma would make her amazing manjar de leche, and boy, it was the highlight of my sabbath.

When I moved to the US, it was my dad's side of the family that we saw more often. Very often on Sabbaths we go eat to their place, and my grandma makes the very best cornbread this side of the galaxy (even some Unionites privileged enough to have tried it say it's the best--and we're in Corn Nation itself!).

Still, it's not the cooking that makes my grandparents special--that's the bonus.

Back in Guatemala, my brother and I (the only ones old enough to thoroughly enjoy them spoiling us) would relish every chance we got at staying over. My grandma, whom we call "Yaya," on top of her food, would buy us anything we wanted--much to the chagrin of my parents. She also made the trip from Guatemala to the States multiple times just for us. My grandpa, "Tata," has the best jokes I've ever heard, also made the trip to see us a couple of times, would always be watching the coolest shows on TV, and it is largely because of him that I follow all the sports I do, from Formula 1 to Tennis to Football (real football) and American Football to basketball to. . .

Here in the States, my grandpa, "Chuski," is a pretty cool person also. He might be pushing the age envelope a bit but seems as if no one told him he's supposed to be old. He still goes on long bike rides in his specialized bikes, rides a motorcycle, and occasionally races someone with his BMW from stop light to stop light. Hehehe
My grandma, "Abuelita," is full with wisdom. I've never received bad advice from her, and I've never seen anyone study their Bible more than her. And, she makes the best cornbread. . .Recently, someone asked her whether it was sweeter being a mom or a grandmother, and she replied that they are two different things but being a grandmother is sweeter.

Sweetest of all, I think, is being a grandson.