After Christmas it was Daniel’s uncle’s 70th birthday and the whole clan of the french family had organised a surprise party for him. We had serrano ham that the uncles had cured themselves before we left for the gathering with the trunk filled with food. The car stopped outside a typically Canadian house located at the edge of a forest with the inside filled with relatives.
We sipped champagne and ate weird little Canadian canapés and people kept pulling me in all kinds of directions to ask about my life. The aunties by marriage asking me what it’s like falling in love with a twin and if I can tell them apart or if I’ve mistaken ever. CAN YOU IMAGINE. I sure got to practise my social skills talking to that many strangers within such a short amount of time.
When the mingling became too overwhelming (which was quickly because I suck and also because Daniel left me alone in the kitchen with very friendly but persistent people) I hid away playing with the kids. Too early me, Claire, Daniel and Nicolas were all drunk, eating spaghetti straight out of the pot in the kitchen. It’s fascinating experiencing such a large family so closely knitted, and even if it makes me feel slightly uncomfortable it’s pretty lovely.