If you’ve been here for a while you know that every year for the past many years I post a photo of Olivia and me in front of the wooden door of the small house where we lived together in Antigua in 2002. Well, Olivia is now 20 and with her own agenda, which this summer did not include a pilgrimage to the other side of town for the annual staged pic. Which means you’re stuck with only me in front of the door of the place that still captures my heart. The casita where we became a family.
I did manage to snap a shot with Olivia and Mateo, sipping smoothies in Antigua during our visit this summer 2022. Close enough. 
