Being Mexican for me is a verb not a noun. It is to be loud and to laugh scandalously, to be colorful and to follow your traditions. I mean there are lots of traditions in Mexico, not all of them I follow, not all of them are part of my personal or familiar traditions but I respect them! It is to have skulls on your table at the beginning of November and to have posadas with pinatas on December. It is enjoy chiles, mole and guacamole. To eat carne asada from time to time and to kiss our savior good night. It is to wish to see my beautiful Puebla for the ofrendas and to think of my beautiful Popocatepetl when I see a magnificent volcano. It is to think of the sleeping Iztaccíhuatl and the warrior legend. It is not forgetting where I come from or how to speak Spanish. It is not forgetting who I am …