We were invited to a birthday party at 4 p.m. It took us awhile to learn that when the party "starts" that what they really mean is for you start getting ready then. We planned to be fashionably late yet arrived at 4:15 (My husband has trained me to be on time for too long). While the kids played, I joined the clamor in the kitchen of beautiful, voluptuous Mexican women creating a feast for kings. Although I could only catch a word here and there, the love in the home was undeniable.
The whole community turned out to celebrate the birthday girl's big day. One tradition in their culture is that if you see a baby that you think is cute that its bad to not hold the baby. Elyana was passed around the entire time I was there. It was like a mommy vacation :)
They had THREE pinatas. After the first one was broken, the kids went running and Isaac is standing in the back wondering- "what in the world are these kids doing?"