All of a magical friday...

Wednesday evening was spectacular. The mission near our home held an annual "Fiesta" event. It was lit up, the street was closed off to cars and filled with families and fiestaers... The moon was so full and bright it looked like you could reach up and grab it. We saw a giant spider on a beautiful web right outside our gate. Photos did neither the spider, nor the moon any justice. we went to bed all dreamy with the moon and mariachi in our heads. Thursday was mostly about hanging out with beautiful, creative kids. Babysitting and finding new things to keep them entertained and engaged. Most engaging: Tricycle Wash. It's pretty self explanatory, three kids (but can be done with any number) One trike, a bucket of soapy suds, rags, and old toothbrushes (for detailing)... giggles galore. We ended the night with a visit to one of our favorite humans so far on the planet. We sat around his fire and carved stones and talked of Italy and human nature. Besame. Friday (and the meat of the blog) was so magic. Friday mornings are about breakfast with ladies. A group of us get the sunday NYtimes crossword and individually work on it till friday, then we meet at a local cafe and share what we got and steal from the others what we didn't. Between the four (or so) of us, we usually finish it. Also, to start the day with a bowl of oatmeal and all the accoutrements and the best latte in the region. Well, it's a bit bougeois, I suppose, and I love it. Then it was home to my sorely missed baby girl and Papa Bear. They had they're own adventures to share. We then walked down to see a parade for fore-said fiesta. A horse parade. She was amazed. Complete with a runaway horse and carriage, which was a little scary, but exciting too. We walked home in the summer heat and felt so grateful for our little, cool place with ice cold beers. Our girl fell fast asleep and mama (that's me) went to see a movie. A beautiful, feminine, lovely film about cooking and blogging (you can guess) which, inspired me to come home to my lovely family and cook something amazing. So, just using what we had already I made a (every leftover veggie) Pot Pie. Perfected my pie crust! It came out amazing. Some wine, some candle light. Baby went to sleep and Papa and I rounded out the night by cuddling up and watching the Dr. Bonners Magical Soapbox documentary. It was all just exactly right. We all fell asleep with visions of horses and Pot Pies and All One Faith God! Dancing in our heads.