When I was a teenager, I remember telling my Dad there was one area of my abuelos' house that always made me feel super uncomfortable, almost scared.
For context, my grandparents have lived in the same home in Miami, FL since the 1970s. In my eyes, their home has always been a haven and safe place; a place I am completely cared for. So to have any negative feelings at all was unusual.
My dad hesitated a moment, then told me a story that piqued my interest. That story came up again, unprompted, this past May while I was visiting my abuelos' home for the first time since 2019. That night, as I chewed on my Abuelo's words, another thought kept coming to me. "Mel. You should make a podcast. You have to make a podcast. You've been pulled towards relearning your culture and embracing your ancestors. You have to do this." I couldn't sleep. My mind would not stop telling me that I had to do this.
The very thought that I could make a podcast is absurd. I am not tech savvy, I work full-time, and am a parent to two young kids. I don't have the time. I don't have the background. I don't have the connections. And yet...
After hours of insomnia and an internal monologue that wouldn't quiet down, I rolled over and grabbed my phone. I opened the Notes app and wrote down the first thing that came to mind. "¡Ay Ghost Mio! A spooky Spanglish podcast."
Well, ponte el cinturon because here we go!