Easter Brunch

After our morning at home, we went to Tutu's house.


A big blue sky, like a hint of summer.
Cousins and uncles and aunts and mommies and daddies and a Tutu,
and a big green lawn to roll around on.
Birds. Chocolates. Flowers. Stories. Bees. Dirt.


Ruth, aka Tutu, served us a Sunday brunch in her pretty home. Izzy and Maria were in their
new dresses, and sometimes donning Easter bonnets... Minnie Pearl style.


Uncle Paul was in town. He came all the way from Wisconsin. He made a wish list for his stay and I think everything came together... brewery tours, beer tasting, a machaca burrito, classic So Cal weather, and hopefully an In-N-Out burger on the way to the airport.


For me his visit was especially nice, because there was finally someone to share Barcelona pictures with... someone who has been there and loves it and could appreciate my obsessive photographic collection of roof lines and Gothic doors. He had photographs to share too, and lots of good suggestions for sights, stays, wines and good eats.


Paul brought Spanish wine and a generous supply of Wisconsin brats, including venison brats from his own larder.


We spent most of the day together, enjoying the good weather, the delicious things to eat and each others company.


Relaxed.


Fun.


Happy Easter.