
23/07/2025
No schedules, No curated camps, no screens. Just freedom, fresh air, dirt, cousins, tortillas and asadero.
SLOW SUMMERS AT THE RANCH ☀️🐎
I grew up spending summers in the family’s ranch in Chihuahua—no phones, no lights after 9pm, just the sound of lightning, cows, and scary stories with the cousins. We played cards with tías, climbed hills unsupervised, found dead scorpions to play pranks and yes… probably got a little too comfortable around cow p**p. 💩 🐄
These my most precious childhood memories.
And now… It’s my daughter’s turn.
There’s something sacred about these slow summers.
Where kids roam free.
Where they can get dirty, eat burritos con asadero, and fall asleep with the dirt still on their legs.
I want my girls to know this kind of freedom.
To know that it’s okay to be muddy, curious, wild.
To feel rooted and ready to explore the world.
Because being from the border means you can be both:
🌾 a ranchera/venezolana at heart
✈️ and a citizen of the world.🌎
And we don’t have to choose.
May they never forget where they come from.
And may these summers stay with them, forever ❤️