Ramadan 2017-Day 4

Today’s post will be an easy one unlike my day fasting. To spare you the negativity of my day, I will instead enlighten you with some photos of a day spend with three amazing women during my trip to Cape Verde.

It was a women’s day out where we enjoyed traditional Cape Verdean cuisine and most importantly no kids involved. The day was spent with three magnificent women where I have the privilege of calling my grandmother, aunt and best friend a.ka. cousin.

I can still remember how my cousin and I would explain our relationship to people, it went something like this, “we are not just cousins or best friends, we are more than sisters.”

 

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aunt of the left and cousin on the right (but you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference)

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my grandmother with her favorite grandchildren

My grandmother is a beaut, her youth is transmitted not only from the outside but on the inside as well. She is an almost 4 time great grandma but people have mistaken my father for being her husband. I hope I have some of her youthful genes in me.

 

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This place is called Calhau in the interior of the island of Sao Vicente. It has very little population but it is a gem of the Island. It is surround by inactive volcanoes and rough beaches.

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Cape Verde is known for having these fishing boats all over the islands.

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I just had to exhibit this beauty. From an early age she had always been invited to be a model. She has such a sweet heart that even at age 12 she would refuse the opportunities of modeling because she didn’t want to end up shallow and egocentric.

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So much strength in these women

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A little bit about my aunt, she battled against polio at a very young age which led her to be handicap. She went through countless surgeries and procedures but none of these obstacles prevented her from leaving her life to the fullest.  She is one of the most toughest, stylist, creative, artistic and trouble maker, I’ve come across.

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I have to end this post with the tenderness of my grandmother. Since little, I remember spending hours in the company of this woman and never feel bored. I would always watch every step that she made with so much admiration. I would observe the way she would dress, walk, apply her red lipstick and embroil her linen sheets. She would often put me in a tough stop when she would ask me who I loved more, her or my mother.

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