I still remember, when I was around 6 years old, my father taking us to our monthly visit
to his brother and my aunt in the outskirts.
It was almost a ritual: we would have an earlier lunch at home,
take the bus, arrive at my uncle’s place by 2 PM,
have some socialization there, followed by coffee with fresh biscuits,
bread and jelly at 4 PM and finally, at 5 PM, we would take the bus back to home,
arriving just on time for my father to listen to the Sunday’s sports news on the radio.