We bid farewell to our British friends (by way of Spain, Mexico, Brazil & Argentina) this morning at 4 a.m. Although they are light packers, they left with an additional suitcase, a shameful dominoes record, and many fine memories. The rain let up at the beach for an hour or two around midnight on New Year’s Eve so that we could build our little altar of candles, swill some champagne, and jump in the waves. We had a lovely, albeit drippy, New Year’s churrasco the car port of the rented house and played charades. The men drank (almost) an entire bottle of Johnny Walker Black and, at what some would call a low point, sang Kumbayah (sp?) on the beach between bouts of spectacular fireworks. Everyone wore white.
During the week’s visit we ate, swam, drank, swam, and talked incessantly. There were so many things to talk about. And nary a grumpy moment, tiff, or pout. Perfectly behaved children, interesting children, likeable children. Accessorized women. Helpful men. It is hard to spend 8 days with another family and not have a bad moment but we accomplished it and look forward to more holidays together.
Sunshine, the 8 year old, said as her friend drove away, “See you in Paris or Shanghai!” How cosmopolitan is that?