Since I was a little girl I remember that my dad used to take all of us to this beautiful city.
Merida is a land that makes you fall in love from the first moment you see it, those mountains, those houses so homely, those people so kind, it is really a very familiar city, quiet, for all tastes and genders.
In a few words, it is a tourist city, a city known internationally for its beautiful landscapes and gastronomy.
I remember I was about 7 years old when my father took us there for the first time and I was able to observe those beautiful parks with all the fruit and vegetable crops... I was shocked to see the agriculture of those crops so closely.
I could always see this city with good eyes, until unfortunately my daughter had to be hospitalized in this town, and I was totally traumatized with this episode of my life.
Sadly, a fear was created in me because of what I experienced in that hospital in that city, and although I know that the city is not to blame for anything, seeing those streets reminds me of all the bad things.
However, I know that after a while this fear, this bitter taste will pass, and I will look forward to returning to that beautiful city.
