Your Cousin Lily, Auntie Gaily, and Auntie Barbie came to stay. It's been awhile since I've written, so this may have been a month ago now. But better late than never, especially when as an added bonus, your Nana was staying with friends down here too. We got a lot of love.
For the very first time, we got to visit Papas hotel. Rafa liked it.
We met nana and her friends poolside. Pia, there's been a lot of talk about Nana the past few years. She's sent you the best cards for all the fun holidays. Now that you finally met her in person, you were a bit shy. After you met her the first time, you asked "Is nana a boy or a girl?"
To which I responded, "hmmm....well...?"
No matter, after dinner with her, you made up your own mind. A few days later you declared:
"I have a Nana. She brings me gifts and she's a boy." Well, yes, I guess that will do. You clever clogs.
Back at the apartment you and your family did your best to turn the flat into a jungle gym with swimming sharks and flying fish food.
Then it happened. The storm of the century was foretold on media: Catastrophic downfall leaving the northeast out of commission. Several feet all throughout New York and Connecticut. Flights cancelled, schools suspended, roads closed. We waited for the snow to fall and the ladies found a new flight home a couple days later. Which we liked. Even if they were very wrong about the said "storm".
It meant that we got to hang in Miami sun while the CT neighbours all held out for the "storm of the century" to (never) come. Yey.
That meant a day checking out Wynwood walls... where it's so cool, it's hard not to be snap happy. You'll see.
In the end, we made our own excitement. With our new business venture. Cereal Scoop.
I love you,