Day twenty-four

Woke up in an empty house, so depressing, and packed stuff to go to Artajona, a town just out of Pamplona. Dad’s cousin, Alfonso, came to pick us up at around 12 to take us there to his house (one of them).there we met his 15 year old daughter, Karmen, who is an absolute angel and is fairly fluent with English so we had an easy time talking to her.
We went with Alfonso and Karmen to visit a few aunts and uncles on dad’s dad’s side of the family, and then went to a big Larrea lunch. There we met a few other aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, etc, and were completely overwhelmed again. Karmen is sort of the only one in the family to speak English so she acted as their translator all day. But we found out that we have a lot in common, she speaks very loud, very fast, very often, and with her hands. Like a Spanish Ebony. Also, I’ve gotten to the point in my trip where I no longer say “Spanish” to describe language, I always get more specific, which makes me feel like a Spain snob.
After lunch we went to visit two cousins on the Flamarique side who think Nikki looks like Aunty Lucy and I could pretty much keep up with 90% of their conversations. Also, some other relatives from earlier in the week came out to join us one last time so we could say goodbye to them and it was all sweet and beautiful and sad.
Oh and just saying, I have a second cousin once removed that looks like Greg Bird, even though he’s only thirteen. It’s pretty cool :)
After that we came home, hung out with Karmen and Yoseba (a cousin from the lunch during the day) for a few hours and then went to bed.