Crossing the Rio Grande
A really nice meditation on the Rio Grande River and the border from Beatriz Terrazas in today’s Washington Post. Perhaps it’s even too fitting for a blog called Living Without Borders, nevertheless, this will give you a taste.
But what some people fail to understand […] is that for us the river wasn’t a barrier. An inconvenience, perhaps, when we had to cross the international bridge to visit our abuelas and primos or wait in long lines of chugging, overheated cars on the way back to our American lives. But the river was our connection, a witness to our attempts at straddling two cultures — to the fact that we could learn U.S. history in school during the week and spend Saturday nights celebrating weddings al otro lado. To the struggles of navigating two languages, two collective histories, and finding that with the passage of time, we were completely at home in neither one nor the other.
At home in neither one nor the other… crossing that border is something you won’t ever forget.
Add comment July 7th, 2008