Tantos cumpleaños...

 

Celebrando el cumpleaños de
Aitana con sus amigos y sus padres. 
This weekend has been full of birthdays! On the 7th of October was Aitana's mother's birthday: in the morning we went to her hometown to have breakfast with some of her relatives and I tried churros, even though I'm not a fan of fried food, they were good. Then, the same evening, we celebrated Aitana's birthday: she invited over some friends and we ate pizza all together. She opened the presents and she was so happy. Then we went to a disco where we danced and sang all together. While on Sunday, we went to the countryside to have lunch with other relatives. It has been a lovely weekend.

Happy birthday to the best host sister I could ever ask💜

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