Last night will go down as one of the most memorable Christmas Eve's.
My friend Max invited all the orphans over for a traditional Christmas BBQ. The picture above was taken from Max's deck at about 10pm when the last bit of sunlight was disappearing behind the mountains. I kept my eye out on the harbor to look for dolphins, but they must have been chasing salmon somewhere else.
We spent hours chatting, eating, playing with the cutest 3-year-old boy, and even watched Finding Nemo (guess who picked that movie?).
To thank Max for his hospitality, he asked for me to entertain him and I obliged. Max is French and so I like to practice the vocabulary that I remember from five years of French classes with him. He gets a particular kick out of me saying things like, "La vache aime nager" and "One egg is un oeuf!" (I just learned that there's a joke to that... "Why do the French make their omelets with one egg? Because 'one egg' is un oeuf!). I even sang him a song that I was taught to learn French vocabulary for the weather.
I think the night wrapped up beautifully... we indulged in Max's glorious chocolate cake and Alia's cheesecake (that took her about 6 hours to make, but nonetheless came out as a gloppy, but delectable, mess). Then we bid our adieu's after taking in the moonlight with La Vie en Rose in the background.