Last night, Mark had the crazy idea of starting a bonfire. He didn't come up with it until dinnertime, though, and we didn't know where to get firewood that late at night. I happened to ask the right person in the church for help, because apparently they keep a stash of firewood in the bodega and he offered to simply let us have some.
I'm reluctant to admit that Mark and I couldn't get the fire started, and Rachel had to save us from our own embarrassment. Obviously we had already heated up the pockets and made it really easy for her to light. Right??
Well, no matter, because in the end, the fire was up and roaring, and we spent hours roasting angelitos and drinking niños altos. The perfect Thursday night, if you ask me!
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