Celebrating home, one frame at a time – The Washington Post

When I was 13, in 1981, I immigrated to the United States with my parents and sister from Peru. Since that time the D.C. area has been my home. In many ways, I’ve lived a hybrid life based on values, traditions and experiences of two countries, which is nothing unusual for immigrants. But as I’ve gotten older, and the reality that I have lived in Washington for about three-fourths of my life has set in, I have become more nostalgic for Peru — family, food, friends, traditions.