When I grow up I want to be a Molfino just like you! and you and you and you and you and you and... well who is not a Molfino in Rafaela? and who doesn't want to be a Molfino? but which one? If I had the choice of which Molfino I'd choose to be.. I'd pick... wellllll... all of them!
So before I move on to talk about mouthwatering dribble-tastic subjects like ICE CREAM, I want to say a GIANT THANK YOU TO ALL OF THE MOLFINOS! Especially Maria and Mario for welcoming me into their home with open arms and stuffing me so full of fantastically flavoursome food that it was almost impossible for me and my newly expanded waistline to fit through the doorway when I left!
P.s. Today I returned to the big smoke, the city that doesn't sleep aka the Latin American New York... BsAs, BA, Buenos Aires. But I am still Molfino addicted, so addicted that in fact the very couch that I write from now belongs to... The most beautiful sole daughter of the Molfino's! yes you read it here first lady's and gents, the Molfinos have invaded Buenos Aires! so now I can still get my doses here before I return home again to the kingdom, the enterprise, the HQ in Santa fe!
P.p.s. yes I know they are all bronzed babes, but damnit Janet they are all spoken for!
P.p.p.s no, those two blonde, american looking people are not blood relatives.
They are indeed Americans, but as far as everyone is concerned they are Molfinos!
P.p.p.p.s. yes they have a pool
P.p.p.p.p.s. Thank you Juan...(mother freaker) now lets go get ice cream!!!
P.p.p.p.p.p.s. how many p.p.p.p.p.p.s is considered to many?
P.p.p.p.p.p.p.s. this many?
P.p.p.p.p.p.p.p.s Yes Juan is wearing Canterbury shorts - www.canterburyofnz.com
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