To the Aguila's manager's house. In Santiago. For an Easter party. You can touch my arm if you want to. Or just look at the pictures and the beauty/fun/friends/strangers/deliciousfood/yougettheidea.
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Ami found new wheels with Samil's help. |
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Max's first order of business. |
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This smaller, kiddy pool sits above the larger pool, splashing a lovely fountain down into it. |
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Like I said, the Aguila's manager's house. Ball players in stained glass. 'Course. |
Kool-Aid tongue!
 Like that rockin’ bracelet she’s sportin’ on her right hand (no, her right, your left)? You can get one here.  |
Now these are the rules, kids. Max is way too eager to pummel wee ones in egg collecting competition. Who is that kid's mother anyway? |
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| Samil waits for the go-ahead. |
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| Amely found her first (and last) egg.  Ami posed with that face. Held it. Ham and cheese. |
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| Dying eggs. Where does this tradition spring from? It is fun! | ||
 Serious focus.
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Yes, the pool weaves around the yard. |
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| Oh, the palm trees? That's because we live in the Caribbean. |
| Pleeeease? Just one more jump in the pool before we leave?! |
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| That's a signed baseball. At the entrance of the house. #JoshIsInLove |
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| What we'll do to save RD$200 pesos. I sat in the front seat on Josh's lap while Martine got stuck in the back with--count 'em--five children. #LittleBitAwesome #LittleBitStupid |