http://www.flickr.com/photos/paulhewsonrm/2242034783/ One of the things I remember most of our summers in Badiraguato is the bus ride. I liked to travel at night, see the cities in the distance and go through silent streets, with lights on at home, figure out what happened inside those homes, and that life was different of mine, and then return to the darkness of the road. I especially remember Hermosillo, Sonora, so bright in the distance and the Cerro de La Campana so enlightened that looked like a cake.
Imagi taken from Google. Cerro de la Campana, Hermosillo, Sonora, Mexico.
But certainly Ciudad Obregon was my favorite, when the bus passed through the industrial zone of the city and see the illuminated signs that advertised products such as biscuits factories Gamesa, Grupo Modelo, Maseca, Sabritas, Corona, Purina , chicken Bachoco and notebooks and paper maker Kimberly Clark. In the eyes of this' dial writer "these signs ilumindos were like a dream.
But what is most strange is that my father was trying to buy tickets on the schedule that allowed us to cross the city at night, because I knew I liked to see the neon signs. Despite being very young I if my voice was heard by the ears of My Father. I remember we were taught that emotion tickets tosses in his hand and saying: " ... and we will pass the city at night, as you like. " My Father, a man who grew up fatherless and in charge of his brothers, with appearance of a few friends, they sacrifice every day for us, His Children, do not we suffer and starve, and not only that, we also feed the soul with those His trips to Terre .
The last time you're already a damicela Badiraguato and yet I look forward to the voyage of Ciudad Obregon. I think I'll never Sinaloa and that hurts. It hurts to know that because my father is not physically, perhaps these signs no longer exist, but I'm very excited that I have many, many great memories of my childhood and our adventures in a town called Badiraguato.
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