cuando calienta el sol - by brunella - qué vergüenza

As a rule, my family doesn't travel, but every time a plane hits a storm, I remember something one of my cousins ​​said years ago: turbulence is like earthquakes. I call him cousin , but I never really understood how we were related, if we were at all; I met him in my parents' province during one of those summers when my aunts returned to my grandfather's house in a gale. Those visits were our only vacations and, besides a trip to Cuzco when I was fifteen, they were also my only proof that there was a world outside of Lima. Slow, boring summers. Without internet or television, we spent our days between the pool, the cemetery, and the market. In the afternoons we ate martians in a dusty park while he, raised in Argentina and already accustomed to the trip from Ezeiza to Jorge Chávez, answered our questions about travel with a melodic accent: turbulence is like earthquakes. I never saw him again, but I've been thinking about him a lot. I spent these four months traveling—because I was on

As a rule, my family doesn't travel, but every time a plane hits a storm, I remember something one of my cousins ​​said years ago: turbulence is like earthquakes. I call him cousin , but I never really understood how we were related, if we were at all; I met him in my parents' province during one of those summers when my aunts returned to my grandfather's house in a gale. Those visits were our only vacations and, besides a trip to Cuzco when I was fifteen, they were also my only proof that there was a world outside of Lima. Slow, boring summers. Without internet or television, we spent our day