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