Living in Color

Living in the panhandle of Texas we have the privilege of being very influenced by Spanish culture. The small town where I come from has a very large percentage of Hispanic families. One of my very close friends that I grew up with is Maria Salas. I would go to her house after school and play almost every day. One memory I have of Maria's house that is still true to this day is the exterior color would change quite often. I never understood why. One year she would live in a bright red house. The next year her house would be blue and then possibly the very next year it would be orange. When I went home last weekend I noticed it was green. I made a comment to my teacher one day about how I referred to Maria's house as the "rainbow house." I thought it was strange how her house changed colors so often and mine was always red brick and had been ever since I could remember. My teacher informed me that Mexico is a very colorful and beautiful country. She showed me pictures of one of her visits. The neighborhoods were amazing! Every house was a different color! I began to think that Americans need to get a little color in their lives and branch away from the brown and tans that so often make up the exterior color of our homes. Here is a picture of a village in Guanajuato.