Sunday used to be the day where the entire family would get together, eat a home cooked lunch and enjoy the company. While the tradition may have changed a little, I still see my families on Sundays. Weekly softball games mean that Sunday mornings are spent singing duets, begging for pizza, and occasionally tossing around a leather bound sphere of yarn. Today was our last game and it was no exception. It was also Gaby's birthday so we celebrated afterwards with Inka Kola, cake, chips, candy, and more chips. I could think of nothing better to do in Lima at 9am every morning than spending three hours with my crazy team.
Sundays also mean lunch with Mama Olga, my adopted Peruvian grandma. Her daughter and grandson were visiting from Florida. Colin is obsessed with soccer so we watched the double overtime between Spain and Holland followed by a ball game that I'm still not sure whether or not he invented . . . It was nice to get to see Mama Olga one more time before I head back.
The combi only took half an hour to get me back to San Miguel so I had some time to finally skype home for an hour. A mini family reunion via the computer was a nice way to end the day, although I wish it hadn't ended with them telling me to start packing . . . I'm beginning to realize that packing is a lot harder without a mom there to help :/
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