Sunday, April 20, 2008
In what could only be considered a strange combination, last Sunday was both the actual funeral, and a send-off at no other than....Casa Bonita?
Yes, it's true. Us grown-up grandkids all remember the excitement of going to Casa Bonita, which we only got to do when the cousins were in town. Oh, how we loved it all...the diving, the sopapillas, and especially the cave. (We never ate the food so that wasn't an issue) So we decided, once more, to go there. This time, as a bit of a tribute to Grandma, and also, a chance to hang out for just a little while longer before everyone started leaving town. Luckily, my 3 second cousins gave us all the excuse we needed to act like kids again.
The weirdest thing of all is that Casa Bonita hasn't changed one bit in the nearly 20 years since some of us have been there. The unidentifiable food, good sopapillas, the cheesy acting with pretty cool diving...and dang if that cave wasn't still scary! (Brave Calvin wasn't afraid in the cave, but cried because he was afraid of the dog in the puppet show!) It was, most of all, still a place where we could get together, laugh, and be a family. That would sound really cliche if I was talking about anywhere else, wouldn't it?