We're not used to having people over, so it was a bit stressful thinking about receiving half the clan at home. But as it was my uncle's last weekend before going back to the US, last Sunday was the only chance to say a proper goodbye.
Towards the end of the evening I was running some kind of playschool. Three tweens were on my left, singing songs with me; three tots were on my right, drawing on paper with markers, looking for my approval.
At the end of the day, when all was said and done, there was a lot of pabalot (leftovers) for everyone take home (because we were still full from merienda). Finally, we could sit down (we didn't have enough chairs!) and take it easy.
What a wonderful meal! @@
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