Horses. Cows. Pigs. Chickens. Mexican cowboys. Gun fights. (Ok, no gunfights.) Farmers. Beer. Peace. Fresh air. Simple life. Ahh yes, I made it to Zaragosa! Zaragosa is a small pueblo where my mom was born and raised. It is very small with a simple way of life. My family and I last traveled here back in 2005 to spread half of my mom's ashes in the fields where her and her family farmed beans and corn when she was younger. That was one of her wishes. She had fond memories of working the fields with my grandfather and my aunts. We
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