Today I woke up with that weekend feeling. As if I had to keep a schedule out of the house Monday through Friday. I think the habit of a schedule for so many years doesn't heal so easily.

I opened my eyes, I felt that happiness of waking up in the middle of the morning, seeing my husband still in bed, my daughter asking for the fruits she usually has for breakfast and my mom making the morning coffee.

That song from Venezuela came to my mind while I was preparing the flour to make the arepas.

With my hands I feel the dough, it is soft and warm. I roll it into a small ball and then slide it firmly but delicately into a disk, a little rough around the edges. I remember that my mother's arepas are perfect, and she was the one who taught me how to make them. I think that maybe the ability to make a perfect arepa comes with time. With life experience.

In my pan fit 3 arepas and while I watch them brown I remember another song La vaca mariposa by Tío Simón I grew up with those verses that make you reflect. A mother, in this case the cow, sees her little calf and thinks about what life has in store for her child, just like a mother who with all the illusion and love in the world stops, but when she holds her little one she trembles for the roads of life that this baby will have to travel.

While the arepas are ready I prepare the filling. I have vegetables, mustard and mayonnaise. I'm cutting into pieces and all this colorfulness reminds me of the song by Conny Mendez Venezuela habla cantando. My mind is filled with the memory of my baby when she was a newborn and I lulled her to the tunes of "Gloria al bravo pueblo ".

I feel nostalgic remembering what I felt all the years I spent out of the country. It is difficult what the world has become, where so many people are forced to leave their homes and their roots to go in search of a better life. My situation was different but I still spent 6 years away from my homeland and I felt it every night in my dreams.

Then I started to listen to the song Rucio Moro by Reinaldo Armas, that song is like a national anthem for Venezuelans and even though we are far away from our country we can listen to Venezuelan music at any time and travel through our memories until we meet our family in an embrace.

The Venezuelan feeling is in every song. Those songs of ours and always that inspire us to do a job with love, a delicious meal or simply spend a pleasant moment among memories.

It is the magic of music, that we can find in the same tune memories, people, love, hugs, laughter and tears. We concentrate on each melody and, especially if it has a harp, cuatro and maracas, it can make our hearts wrinkle stronger and can unite us in the distance.