A few weeks ago I took the boys age 8 and 10 and the girl age 14 off their parent's hands.
For lunch they filled their bellies with drinks, spaghetti and meatballs and desert at the Ikea store restaurant and when I later inquired about their supper preferences and expected to maybe hear McD's or such other fast food place, they emptied my wallet in a 'Sushi Palace'.
No, not a plain Sushi Bar but a Palace.
How times have changed!
On my 10th birthday, shortly before the end of war, I asked for apples. My mother went begging to some farmers and returned with the gift of 2 wrinkled ones which made me very happy.
60 years later, 10 years ago, Pasha, Besito de Luz and I sat around the kitchen table talking and laughing all afternoon whilst sipping wine, slicing carrots, cucumbers, avocado and things I don't remember, sniffing the ingredients of the sea and choosing what to artfully combine with the rice for a pleasing effect to the eye and palate when rolled in seaweed on the bamboo mats, all in preparation for the sushi party of the evening, my 70th birthday. Again I was not only happy but also overjoyed about the gift of togetherness of mother and children. Yes, Moselito was also present but only interested in coming to the table to eat.
I don't know what awaits me on Sunday.