Ivan has a plethora of cousins here in CDMX- well, all over the world, actually. But the other day, I had just gotten up from my sick bed to go to the bathroom, when I heard lots of voices downstairs. I could not just ignore them, and go back to bed, so I went downstairs, so I could say hello to “the girls”, as I call them. They are sisters, and cousins, to each other, and cousins to everyone here. Let me show you their photo(s).
I tried to listen to the multiple conversations going on around me but, alas, I was unable to follow more than one, or two. I just did not have enough strength, as everyone talks simultaneously. It did garner me some much deserved sympathy, however.
It is great fun when they all come over, but the time goes by exceedingly fast. I do not believe many of them live close enough to come over more frequently, so it is even more fun when they do. We cannot wait to get settled, and have everyone over for coffee, or a cook out. They are always such fun.
I appreciated seeing the picture with Ivan’s Dad in it. I’ve been meaning to ask you how he’s been doing, adjusting to the move and new living space. He looked really good! Looks like life is agreeing with him there! 😊
It is the best thing we could have done. He has attached himself to Juan, his nephew, and are practically inseparable. I will post a video next week of him playing with a dog, on the sidewalk, with a bottle cap. It’s marvelous. Thanks for asking.