We arrived midmorning and I met my nine new aunties; rather than bother with names, Rebecca Ayi told us to just call her gang of middle-aged lady friends "ayi."
Here's a picture of the squid ice cream. It didn't taste like squid, but note the inky color.
Then we went to the fish market and picked out our lunch. Once they decided on which fish, the group went to a restaurant with plastic tarp table clothes, barren walls, and a single pesky fly that haunted the dining area throughout our meal. But the food ... amazing.
Afterward we went to one of my Auntie's summer homes, which was on the 18th floor of a highrise overlooking the port.
Here's all my aunties.
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