After four years of planning with my baby sister Luz Adriana, we managed to get my family from Venezuela to travel and meet our Mother’s family from Colombia. This sound normal but you see our mother emigrated to Venezuela in the early 70’s because of the volatile and violent times in Colombia in those days. They called it “La violencia.”
We went back with our mother in 80’s and 90’s
to visit our grandparents but after the violence increase we stopped going so this was the first time our two families in 35 years got back together.
My family flew from Caracas to Bogota on December 15th and I was not able to go and meet them until New Year’s Day. What a great occasion to start the year, it was a very emotional reunion.
With my brothers, sister and cousins in Bogota!
My two little nieces Daniela and Valentina with cousin Paula
From right to left, my nieces Flor, Genesis, my sister Luz, brother Jairo and cousin Galvez.
My niece Genesis and cousin Daniela
We had so much fun traveling all over Bogota visiting my mother’s brother and sister’s and their families. As always, the food and drinks never stopped.
Roast chicken, avocado salad and boil potatoes
Changua[milk, bread and egg soup] so delicious
Bandeja Paisa[Grilled chorizo, chicken, rice, beans, fried plantain, arepas, avocado]
I was so happy that my family had the opportunity to get out of Venezuela for a well deserve holiday and to see how much Colombia has changed for the better.
My brothers and nieces were so happy to be able to walk freely everywhere without being alert or in fear that something bad might happen to them. I’m so blessed to have had this opportunity to be with them. I’m thankful for my family, friends and my blessings every day.
Grabiel Garcia Marquez National Gallery
The Botero Museum, is a must see in Bogota!
Frutas de Botero[ fruist by Botero]
Going up to Monserrate mountain.
Bogota at night, just love it!
The last few years my home country has gone thorough serious changes for the worse with high levels of corruption, crime and political violence which has taken over the life’s of 25.000 Venezuelans and with over 5.456 kidnappings a year it makes Venezuela one of the most dangerous places on the face of the earth. Most of the crimes go unpunished. Sadly some members of my family and friends had been murdered, robed and kidnap.
I have not seen my family from Venezuela in four years because most of the major air lines stopped flying into Venezuela because the Venezuelan government stop paying them and also for the lack of security for the tourists and their employees.
The irony here is that my mother left Colombia because of the history of violence now my family is trying to get out of Venezuela for that same reason. This just not only happened to my family but also to thousands of families all over Venezuela.
We want a peaceful and democratic nation just the way that it was when my brothers, sister and I grew up in Venezuela.
Sadly my holiday with my family ended on January 15th they went back to Venezuela and I pray to God to look after and protect them every day.
I will always be thankful for my mother.
Thank you Mom, I love so much.
Yours, celebrating my Colombian and Venezuelan family roost.