My little cousin made the dough.
The women sculpted (<=direct translation) the pelmini.
They even allowed a man operate the stove for this special occasion. He handled it like a pro.
They decided it would be nice to take a photo of me and my grandmas with my uncle's officer hat on.
Funny how just a few minutes later my dad's mom was explaining to my mom's mom how you can't treat kids like toys but I guess once its a two-way thing it's treating kids like playmates.
I think the hat suited my mom's mom much better.
A couple of real men putting real meat on real metal sticks.
Before.
After.
We sat outside for the occasion and everyone stood up to dedicate a toast to me. I've never celebrated in this fashion and I think it's quite fun. My favorite toast was from my dad, "Never stop trying new things."
Once again, the sunset looks awesome from Valera's balcony.
One more time.
I don't want to grow up! I like my youth. Why can't I stay this young forever? What am I going to do for money once my parental scholarship is over? Where am I going to go to make a dozen acquaintances an hour after college is over? Most importanyly, what am I going to do to vent stress when I can't senselessly throw myself rollerblades-first at urban obstacles anymore? I guess I'll have to use my frustration with the world in a more productive way. I'll be damned if I don't play escape artist for as long as I can though.
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