"I grew up in Llano Grande, a small town outside of Puerto Vallarta. It is a beautiful place; we had a peaceful life. Everyone knew each other and the family was all there. From the time I was six, I rode with my father on the farm, raising cattle and growing pomegranates and corn. Out of a big family, I am the youngest son. I was the last one to work with my father. I finished two years of high school and I dedicated myself to helping the family. cMy dad had an accident on his horse and was badly hurt, I had to manage everything on my own for a few years. At a certain point I had to think about starting my own life."

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I grew up in Llano Grande, a small town outside of Puerto Vallarta. It is a beautiful place; we had a peaceful life. Everyone knew each other and the family was all there. From the time I was six, I rode with my father on the farm, raising cattle and growing pomegranates and corn. cOut of a big family, I am the youngest son. I was the last one to work with my father. I finished two years of high school and I dedicated myself to helping the family. cMy dad had an accident on his horse and was badly hurt, I had to manage everything on my own for a few years. At a certain point I had to think about starting my own life."

I met Blanca in Las Llenas and wanted to marry her, but there were very few opportunities for me there. I wanted to offer her a better life. I didn't want to leave my parents to grow old on their own, but that is what I had to do. Like all the rest of my brothers and sisters, I had to go.

I first went to San Jose, where a few of my brothers were, and worked in a restaurant. I came straight from the countryside and I knew nothing, even less about the restaurant business. Everything was new to me. I had thought I could do ranching, something I knew. I think we all had our illusions about life here.

It was two years later that I returned for Blanca. We got married, and then I brought her back here to Seattle. Now we have been here for four years. I had the opportunity to start this little business. I bought the taqueria bus from a man in Yakima, and we've been paying it off over time. We live nearby; I have some cousins here in Saettle and many friends. It is peaceful, we like it. We have our work and we're starting our family. I still dream about returning to Mexico, having a little house and working the ranch. I could look after my parents. We'll see. I know that Blanca wants to stay.

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