Flash-forward to last night. This was the second birthday I have attended in my town thus far, both of which have been within Evangelical families. Both events consisted of a decent amount of people gathering together, prayers being said and feast of caldo de gallina (Chicken soup, more specifically a broth with a piece of chicken a few herbs and possibly rice in it). After this meal, cake is served and everyone seems to wander home. I had been sick this past weekend (actually pooped myself as a 22 year-old man- TMI I know) and was specifically excited for this meal with a newly restored appetite. With ten kids and five grand-kids all living in the same compound the house was packed. I helped Gloria serve tea and atol to the guests and then ate dinner with the family in the kitchen. Eating dinner in the cramped kitchen standing up was a great feeling, a passage if you will, from seated guest to family member. Check out the photos:
Ammunition for a whole-lotta tortillas!
"Chicken Little" as Mary Jr. calls them
Playing cards with Pancho
Miguelito in a basket
Michelle serving the tamalitos
Gloria and the caldo
Baby Lisbeth- 11 months yesterday