Relationship: Im/migrant
eggs, baleadas, beans
eggs, baleadas, beans

One time, I went to eat baleadas with my grandma in the street. The street was big, the street have a lot of people. We were walking to the place where the baleadas were sold. Then we arrived to the place we ate. The baleadas were so delicious. They were big, circular, colorful.and were made from beans. Next, we went home, however this story reminds me my country and all the memories that I lived there; that’s why I love baleadas. 

Place(s): Honduras
Year: 2016

– Nicolle

Relationship:  Im/migrant Im/migrant