Guatemalan tradition for Easter eggs, Cascarones as they are called. You carefully cut a hole out of the egg, empty it--and use the eggs so they aren't wasted--and then carefully clean it. Let the shells dry, cut out a whole ton of confetti and then fill the eggs up, and patch your hole up with paper and glue. Then you decorate them.
And then you throw them at peoples heads.
Okay, not really throw them. But you crack them on people's heads, foreheads, on their neck so everything does down their shirt. Anywhere.
My sister in law made luca some of these "Cascarones" just for him to experience.
We got the bikes out and ready for a ride. We headed over to my inlaws so we could smash those eggs.
Remember how they only live 7 blocks from us? Well at around block 4 I already wanted to die. I am SO out of shape it is beyond ridiculous. Bike rides need to be regular so I'm not so pathetic out there.
We were all excited for Luca to do it.
But he was not so much.
Poor kid. And I needed pictures before I could console him apparently.
He wouldn't touch any more after that. So we broke the rest and just threw the confetti up and watched it all.
Our old neighbor kids were out and came over to enjoy it all too. I'm sure their parents appreciated all the confetti in their hair--they will probably have to vacuum it out.
Grandpa took a bike round around the driveway--and then luca just wanted to sit in the trailer. For basically the rest of the time. He loves it in there--even though it doesn't look like it in either picture.
After luca went to bed we moved all the furniture out of the living room so the floor guys can finally come and fix it all tomorrow morning!!
I swept and swiffered all good--even though it's pointless because they will dirty it all up tomorrow--it's probably the cleanest the room has been since before we moved in since I could reach everywhere.
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