Sometimes you go home, have the busiest weekend of your life, and forget to take photos. You spend Saturday celebrating birthdays, Sunday celebrating mothers, and Sunday night making up for the homework you couldn't fit in during the rest of the weekend.
Imagine: Sunday brunch, Sunday lunch (I am not kidding), and then Sunday dinner... at a buffet. Even though I could hardly believe how much my stomach was capable of holding, I could also hardly believe how lucky I am to have two families. (Mine and David's). Or rather, three (my Italian host family).
And when I think of all of the love and craziness that comes from these families, I don't mind forgetting to take photos. In fact, the few obscure ones I managed to take are perfect.