This is my love letter to Austin, TX Y’all!! The ESTA Austin guide is up with all of the places I love to go on repeat in the city I live in. Swipe and save this for a quick resource and click the link in bio for the full guide on my Substack. Special shout out to my friend and *stunning* photographer @ashleyteresaphoto who captured the essence of this glorious town shot perfectly on Film. 🤠
Welcome to ESTA. A little corner for the honest stuff, the curiosities, and the obsessions. From the small joys (good food, interiors, getting dressed) to the big questions that keep us up at night (parenting, relationships, therapy breakthroughs). Think of it as a long chat over arroz con pollo, a home for connection, and a place to explore the things that fascinate us most. A newsletter is just the start, and I’d love for you to join in. Link in bio 🙂
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
MI ABUELA CHINA 2.22.1929- 4.7.2025 🪽 Te quiero Abuela, descansa mi viejita. Ahora voy a sonar del día que me podrías cocinar un Plato de harina con picadillo y me sentaré contigo afuera en el patio de La Finca comiendo juntas, hablando mierda de toda la gente 🙏🏽🕊️ ♥️ Nothing could ever prepare you for the loss of your hero. Even though this is a celebration of 96 beautifully well-lived years, it is also a deep mourning for my beloved grandmother. To me, she was perfect. She was THE example of resilience and grace. She was born and raised in Cuba with 5 brothers. She was everyone’s favorite little sister, the baby of the family. Growing up with 5 brothers will give you grit that you didn’t even know you had. She met my other hero, my grandfather, Abuelo Rigo, at 24 years old. They fell in love, got married and had two children of their own. My mother Lydia and my Uncle Eduardo. When Fidel Castro came to power and Cuba was taken over by the communist regime, my grandparents decided it was time to leave. It took 5 years before they were able to come to the US as immigrants and, through hard work and sacrifice, they became proud citizens of the United States. My Abuela was now 40 years old and started building a new life little by little. She worked at a clothing factory in Los Angeles and after a year she knew she wanted to open her own factory and build the American dream. The factory was a success and remained open for 12 years. During that time, my grandparents bought 9 acres of land in Southern California and saved money to build their dream home and farm for their kids, grandkids and family to enjoy. My parents followed suit and so did the rest of my tight-knit family. I spent my childhood days running around with my cousins on the farm which we called “La Finca”. They made their dream a reality. We grew up with horses, cows, pigs, bunnies, bees, turkeys, goats, chickens, dogs, cats, parrots, you name it. We even smuggled home baby iguanas from a trip to Mexico that my Abuela didn’t know about until she was stuck feeding and taking care of them. Sorry Abuela 😬 🦎 Continued in comments…
Happy 40th to the best pink pony girl!!! Lolo, celebrating you is the easiest and surprising you was the BEST! May your sparkle never fade! 🦄 🌈 ✨ 🩷🎉🤩💗
Happy 40th to the best pink pony girl!!! Lolo, celebrating you is the easiest and surprising you was the BEST! May your sparkle never fade! 🦄 🌈 ✨ 🩷🎉🤩💗
