We put the younger boys to bed and left Adam to watch some Clifford before bed and headed out to a yummy Tapas dinner. Our friends took usto this restaurant Las Ramblas a couple weeks ago and we’ve been obsessed with it ever since. It’s owned by a Spanish chef who makes the best Tapas. Once again the tradition continues of Kate and I taking only one not so great picture the whole visit.
See Randy’s spoon? On this spoon is what may look like a regular olive but it’s actually a delicious olive paste surrounding an inside of yummy feta that melts in your mouth. Photobomber is the chef/owner.
Then these two mischievous boys got into the tissue box. I didn’t even stop them. It was jsut too cute to stop (I did pull out the tissue pieces from Malcolm’s mouth when he tried to eat it).
For dinner we all combined forces and split watching the three kids and cooking dinner. We must have mentioend ten times how crazy it must be to have three kids and cook dinner with one person (Megan we’re talking about you!). Here the ratio was one to one and it was still a zoo at times! Kate did the bulk of the cooking and made us a delicious kale salad. I don’t even like kale but this was amazing! Maybe I do like kale Now, if only they would sell kale in Manila for less than 20 USD a bunch 🙂
The next morning we had grand plans to go to a bazaar but Manila had other plans for us. We took 2/3 of the boys (Adam and George, Malcolm stayed home with Randy) but made it about five minutes into the drive before we hit standstill traffic. We were really lucky and managed to turn around before we got stuck and headed back home for some cuddles, playing and pool time.
This is old news but still I’ll repeat it. We are SO LUCKY to be so close to Kate and George and to get to see them so much. I never in a million years would have imagined three years when Kate and I said goodbye in London that we would end up halfway across the world, an hour and a half hour flight away from each other! I can already tell that is going to be my favorite part about living this foreign service life. You meet so many people and become very close to a some of these people. You have to say goodbye but you never know when you paths will run across again and it will feel like you never said goodbye. I consider myself very lucky to have a few very close friends that no matter how far away we are or how long the lapse in between visits or even emails we pick up right where we left off and I still feel as close to them as I did the day I left them.
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