Frambuesas

Grandma listens to all of the news, even the special interest stuff so she found out about Salman Ranch where you can pick your own raspberries.  Even though it was north of Las Vegas, therefore over two hours away, we decided it sounded like fun.  Joaquin was very excited although he persisted in saying we were going to pick strawberries (despite repeated corrections). Eliana bore with the drive quite well, only a few fits.  It was beautiful! They had these pretty gardens around some ruined adobe walls.  We played around them while waiting for Grandma and Grandpa to meet us.  Joaquin found a cool bug, here he's showing it to Eliana.  Then we went and picked raspberries.  Surprisingly labor intensive, but fun when you only have to do it voluntarily. Joaquin, Grandpa and Daniel picked conscientiously and we ended up with 4 1/2 lbs of raspberries! (And that's just for our family, my parents have their own.)  Here's some photographic evidence of Joaquin's industry and the fact that some of the raspberries he picked did not end up in the bin.  We finished our raspberry binge with dinner in Santa Fe on the plaza.  Eliana ate calabacitas happily, but cried most of the way home from there.  Other than that it was a wonderful day.