Brunch is always better in a bunch.  That must be why the words are so similar.
 
Two Saturdays ago, JP and I ate brunch in a bunch.  We sat around in our living room with a bunch of our student-friends from Hope, and some of their friends.  We ate egg casseroles and french toast, with cups and cups of coffee.

We talked the morning away with the kind of conversation that stops and starts because there are too many people there who do and don't know one another, and so all sorts of side conversations start, but then the large group conversation draws you back in, but you have to keep asking the same questions, and telling the same stories, but nobody really minds.   It was lovely like that.
 
JP would be disappointed if I neglected to tell you that our guest list consisted of people from Japan (2), Mexico (2), Argentina (1), India (JP), Michigan (2), Indiana (1), and Me... I don't know where I'm from.  I was just excited to be around some Spanish speakers because for the first time in a long time I could understand at least one additional language that was being spoken around me.

After brunch, most of the bunch moved over the the nearby park, and enjoyed their first ever game of cricket.  Even JP complained of sore shoulders the next day.  That is a heavy bat to swing!  Ask the little neighbor boy who joined in, and shortly thereafter asked if someone else could bat because his fingernails were hurting!!  (cute.) 

A good time was had by all. 
You can check out a few pictures below.