I was taught that history was constantly in the making and that each one of us was part of it. Sometimes I wish one day someone, generations ahead, would remember me. Perhaps having a child is part of this process. Gone are my childhood dreams of being a scientist, anthropologist or historian. I view legacy today in fully different terms.
Before I keep rambling, I just came upon an interesting project that will announce on 07-07-07 what the new seven wonders of the world are. I made my choice. You can make yours.
My son Martin Daniel’s very first picture! I’m so excited! It’s both a realization and a dream.
He was born just last night. Here’s hoping I can give him all I had and much, much more.
Welcome to you, and how do you do, Everybody’s waiting here at… the Gonzalez’s corner!
I’m a father. WHOA!
Today, two years ago, in 2003, I arrived to what would become my home for a still undeterminate length of time, perhaps several years, perhaps till the end.
Today, almost two years after my wedding, and almost half a year since the other wedding, the prospect of children is more and more certain. Perhaps one day they will read these postings and wonder even more who their father is, or was, or will be.
The longer I spend here, the longer I realize that, finally, I found home, that a long life of nomadism has finally ended. I have never spent more than seven years in the same place. If five more years go by and I’m still here, the record will have been broken. We shall see.