Our last month in Spain was one of the most colorful:
Straight from la Lechera Asturiana (the local dairy company)
Cute legs! Thanks for the warmers, Aunt Fitzie.
Sundays in Mieres after noon mass look something like this.
Well, hello!
Heading back to work after the mid-day meal
My "despedida," a farewell meal with my colleagues from the past 2 years: Tati, Belino, Cris and Bea. (The pressure was on, as I had to make an authentic "American" dinner and dessert for these guys.)
Making breakfast
Happy to be reading while the rest of us eat lunch. This is one of my favorite pictures.
Mateo with his godfather after Sunday mass. He is holding the Mateo-sized wooden cane that was made for him by one of the older men from our church who had noticed how much Mateo liked to steal the canes of his elderly neighbors!
Another Sunday, having tapas and drinks after mid-day mass. Pablo had just returned from playing with the town's bagpipe troupe in the main plaza.
with Beatriz
Pablo playing the Asturian bagpipe for a very curious and (not entirely unafraid) Mateo.
Our grandfather Roberto with his co-recipient for Person of the Year, awarded by the local Center for the Elderly with a very nice meal and lively dance.
Roberto, Mateo and B's godmother, Esterina, after the awards presentation (Notice the television reporter in the background. Big stuff!)
The men of our lives
(Mateo and two of his greatest fans)
1 comments:
man, the pressure to dress well in this Canga line is four generations strong. Poor Mateo if he ever leaves the house in jeans and a t-shirt!
Also, I would be very interested in the criteria for "person of the year". Hmm.
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