Last Sunday, our neighbor, Josfel, invited us all out to breakfast. Marta, his wife, Eric and Karla, his grown children and various nephews, cousins and grandchildren were going to El Tuito, a nearby town. His family piled in the back of his truck and we followed in the Oldsmobile. It took six hours.
We were fed in someone's backyard, bought cookies at a house with no sign and looked for fresh cheese at two different houses but failed to find any that was ready. Josfel wouldn't admit it but I know those women were giving him a hard time for not calling ahead. He tried to charm them but he left empty handed.
Merry Christmas!
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