Alba Arita

I got married in 2015 to the most perfect woman for me. She drives me insane, but I wouldn't trade her for the world. Well maybe for oranges. No mangos. Yup definitely for mangos. 

I currently live in Texas, the state I always said I would never in a billion trillion years live in. I also said I would never in my right mind marry a Mexican woman with tattoos or too many piercings yet here we are!! {Word of advice bite your tongue. Say that you'll never be a trophy wife instead or an olympic decathlon swimmer}  :)

I found this site completely by accident and decided to save my writing here instead of taking up space in my computer.

Don't judge too harshly first time writer (if I can even call myself that) here. Also english grammar is not particularly my forte. Lez (get it?) be honest my Spanish is far worst in comparison. 

And yes my Honduran ancestors are turning in their graves as I admit this. Hondurans are very proud like that. Can you hear the ancestral chancla aimed at my head, 'cause I definitely can. Latino elders have exceptional aim with house shoes. Fear the walking dead was more like Fear The Chancla in our households.

As a survivor I would know. Just trust me.