Tuesday evening we had the privilege of attending a birthday party for Brooklyn's best friend, Inês. It was quite an opportunity for me because I took all of the kids by myself. Michael was at an evangelistic meeting for soccer players, so I got to go to the birthday party without my "language helper". Almost as soon as we arrived, all of my kids disappeared and I was left in a room full of strangers. One very nice girl decided to be my friend and we chatted most of the night about all sorts of topics, but mainly about health care in Portugal verses heath care in America. The party started at 8:30 and we arrived home at almost midnight....on a weeknight! I still can't get used to how late everything happens over here.
They all got a kick out of the goofy American lady who made faces while eating their "Peppered Cantaloupe". Seriously, this cantaloupe tasted like fire! (and No I've never actually tasted fire...before Tuesday, anyway. This day will forever go down in history as the 'Day I Ate Fire'.)---Why would someone do that to a cantaloupe?!
Out of the 25 people there, we were the only ones not related. Which is a pretty big deal.
The girls enjoyed playing with Inês' toys and reading her books.
The birthday cake
Now...THAT'S a candle! Or is it a road flare?