My parents got engaged on Halloween.
They were married just over a month and a half later.
Some would say that is a quick engagement. But they had known each other since they were eleven years old. My dad was best friends with my mother’s brother. My mom was best friends with my dad’s sister.
So the half
Spaniard Catalan married the beautiful Mexican senorita five days before Christmas in 1976.
I am the oldest of five children. I have two sisters and two brothers. And, in case you want to know, most of them have fairly normal names: Vanessa, Jonathan, and Rebecca. The oldest boy, like me, was given a Catalan name, Pere (pronounced Peda) which means Peter, my father’s name. Funny enough, though both Pere and I have the Catalan names we bear the Mexican features and skin the most. Our other siblings are lighter with features more like the Mediterranean Spanish side.