Easter Sunday

Today I decided to make breakfast for the family. After all, it is Easter and they never have sit down breakfasts here. Most Saturday or Sunday mornings my dad makes a big breakfast and I thought it would be a fun thing to do. So I made a huge fruit salad and prepared everything for pan fried potatoes and omelets. Since I am not the best at making potatoes and omelets I had Frank do that part while I watched. It ended up being really good.

Later on we went on a walk with the dogs. Along the way there were tons of brides and grooms having photo shoots. They would be in the ugliest places with cow pies all around them, or underneath a concrete bridge in gravel. The brides would be wearing flick flops or tennis shoes. It wasn’t even their wedding days! The whole thing seems pretty ridiculous to me, but it was sure fun watching. All of the city dwellers who go out to hike and spent the weekend in the country are terrified of dogs. While walking by them with our two big dogs they would step off the path and pick up their children. It was pretty funny.

Along the trails there are all of these abandoned houses from the 70’s. When Hong Kong was run by communists many people who lived there were Christian, They would just pick up and leave their home and belongings. I think that’s why they left but I don’t exactly remember… All of the houses are falling down, because they need constant repair with all of the rain here. But they are really beautiful with all of the trees and vines taking over. We walked to a secluded bay and let the dogs play before we walked home. On the way we walked through this museum. It was huge house with all of the things that they used to have in them. It was really cool and would be a great house to remodel and live in.

For Easter dinner we had the best asparagus, lamb, potatoes, squash, and cake. Oh and we had creaser salad with anchovies, that only Frank ate. While we made dinner we had a very long argument about how disgusting anchovies are. I told him that I would never eat meat form a can. Catherine would back me up repeating everything I said with much enthusiasm. It was hilarious. After dinner frank and I sat at the table and had a very long conversation about life before we all walked up to watch a movie. We only got through about half of it before everyone was falling asleep. I forget the name of the movie. It was Italian and about a guy named Alfredo, his movie theater, and this boy.