We decided to kick off the season of goodbye parties (one is never going to be enough for Fini, obviously) with a barbecue/asado in Walnut Creek. Most of the usual suspects were here, and the weather added a nice British touch to the proceedings. As barbecue usually means "black on the outside and frozen in the middle" on our side of the Atlantic, I left the grilling to Jack and Pete.
We had a full house overnight with both the Singers and the Murnanes staying chez Davies, and after a lot of nagging from Hannah Singer we went for a swim on Sunday. It didn't last long - a few degrees lower and the water would have been solid.
The empanadas are rushed from our oven to the clubhouse.
A man and his grill. Don't get in the way.
Pete prepares the tri-tip. And as usual it was very tasty!
Noa enjoying time with Uncle Elad.
Not long now.
Elise and the boy she always wanted.
Next morning, Elliot and Elise take on pancake duties.
An army marches on its stomach.
Then some of us took the plunge...
...while others were content to wait on the sidelines.
The Maya and David acrobatic troupe. It would have been easier to balance if she wasn't shivering so much.
Warming up again afterwards.