When I was seven, the first time I boarded a plane I was in route to San Francisco with my mother. It was during Easter break. In those days food was not accessible everywhere as it is today. People ate at meal times, it’s probably why obesity was such a rarity. Consequently, we arrived at our destination famished. Once at my Uncles’ my mother vocalized our hunger. We were served cold Lenten bread pudding and I was instantly smitten. Capirotada is made of toasted bread slices drenched in a sweet and spicy syrup. It was soft and sticky, and there were crunchy nuts, chewy raisins and a creamy tang…I was in love!
While the combination of a Gypsy Mass and Flamenco was unknown to me until yesterday, it was the object of adoration at All Saint’s Parish in Beverly Hills on Sunday afternoon, June 21. Held in the chapel, the venue provided the perfect acoustics for Drew Croon’s Misa Gitana Andaluza.
The fifth agreement is this…Be skeptical, but learn to listen. Don’t believe yourself or anybody else. Use the power of doubt to question everything you hear; Is it really the truth? Listen to the intent behind words, and you will understand the real message.
Writer Linda LaRoche book review on Conquistadora, don’t judge a book by it’s cover; by the way, this one is great but it doesn’t detract from the fact that my disappointment stands.
As a child she came across as gentle and patient, forever a people watcher—forever curious about everything around her she would ask me adult-like questions and pushed my intellect making me think long after I had given my answer. And when I gave her responses she asked me for definitions.
It made me feel warm and fuzzy since it would have been my maternal Grandmother’s 108th birthday. She brought opera and books to my attention and was known for her skills as a raconteur, a Spanish-speaking Scheherazade.