This is a crazy post for me. My mind is going in so many directions. On the one hand, I’m happy, and on the other hand my Papa Bear instincts are kicking in. Why all the drama? I’ll tell you why:
I have a teenage daughter! Continue reading
We have talked a lot about embracing the culture here, and Lars and I had our introduction to the “other” religion in Spain. Yes, I am talking about Spanish Fútbol. For Lars’ birthday, I purchased two tickets in one of the VIP sections at Málaga’s Estadio La Rosaleda.
Happy Birthday Lars!Now the entire Wagoner Family has celebrated a “Happy Birthday” while living in Spain. Now that he is 11, he isn’t a little kid. It was a school day for Lars, so we celebrated after school was out at 2pm. He requested Teriyaki Steak for Lunch along with a American Cake. Luckily we have some cake mix and frosting from the U.S., so he was a happy camper. The pièce de résistance was his gift. Alan is taking him with VIP passes to a professional Fútbol Game this weekend! Continue reading
Let me clarify. Technically, I wasn’t invited; Anya was. But, it is the first time I’ve attended a Spanish Birthday Party here as a parent. Now that we’ve cleared that up, I can get into the details of the experience.
I asked Anya what I should expect. She shrugged her shoulders, rolled her eyes, and said, “It’s a birthday party, Dad”. Fair enough. Ask a stupid question, get a smart-alecky answer. I was trying to do my homework though. Continue reading
Today has been a fantastic 47th Birthday for me! Wow, when did I get so old? I still feel as young as ever…well, at least in my 30’s. Oh well, I guess it is all about how you feel and not the number.
