The morning was spent getting lost looking for the chapel for the funeral service offered before the cremation of Ms. Jo's mum in the US. It was a new experience for most people, the priest included, to celebrate a necrological service sans the body. He shared an anecdote he experienced at Rolling Hills one time when he celebrated a service simultaneously with a pastor. Barely hearing himself speak, he decided to listen first to the other speaker. He learned that if there is something that couldn't be shared is that personal relationship with God. That it was something that you can't ask other people to do for you.
Lunch was not necessary. I had carbonara, a brownie, a fresh roll, chicken a l a king and a sandwich for the ultimate carbo-load experience. That when I finally got to Diana's I went directly into the motions of preparing my hand-rolled chicken empanadas. Even with Diana's cousin rolling the dough, the preparation still took a minimum of two hours. That we did simultaneously with Diana's experimental carbonara, which came out really great.
People started to come at nightfall. I had to extend my stay until at least half of the party has arrived. By 7pm, I had to go so as not to disappoint the dog waiting at home. So, I did not get to the talking part as our minds are one in sampling the food that each newcomer has brought and laid on the table.
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