Every year, the week of the 28th of July, my grandfather and his 11 brothers reunite the family by bringing the three generations of the Bustamante family to a farm in the outskirts of the city to celebrate the "fiestas patrias" together. Though we don't see each other much throughout the year, and the family is split between Lima and Arequipa, every 28th of July all the members of the family come to the farm with a smile on their faces, leaving their problems behind, and ready for a fairy-like week.
Since a small age, I have been taught that family is the most important thing we have, and my grand father has made an excellent job making sure that I truly believe that. As long as I can remember, I have always been delighted to go and spend a whole week surrounded by family. Im not sure if its the warm hugs that are given away, or the stories that cause endless laughters, or maybe just the fact that we are all related, but this week seems magical to me. I feel a certain peace, I feel like for once in my life everything seems to be all right, no pressures, no troubles, no obligations.
Reflecting upon this week, I've noticed the impact that family has on one. It's not easy reuniting a family, specially one as big as mine, but once its done, a very pleasant and comfortable environment is created. Everyone's mood changes, smiles appear, there are no pressures no strings attached, even the energy seems to change, its a very warm environment. It's amazing how much can change when you are surrounded by family, surrounded by people who love you and who will always be there for you.