We used to hate weekends because it meant people wouldn’t be at work, and since we don’t work we’d just prefer everyone else did—you know, to take care of us. Now all of the sudden Ouest is in school and we have to give a crap about weekends again, because we’re now weekend people. Ouest asks every day, “Is tomorrow a weekend?” Kids, always looking for a way out of school. Anyway, nowadays we try to do a little more fun stuff on the weekends so she doesn’t feel like school is killing her chill vibe. First time bowling, daily plaza visits, horchata runs, a trip to the beach, and whatever else we could squeeze in.
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Is that a VW Bug stuck onto another VW?
Bug Sedan or Stretch Bug?
I came across this recipe today in a favorite blog of mine that features Mexican & Spanish cooking. It sounds like horchata is a fav around your place. I haven’t tried the recipe yet, but it sounds delicious 🙂 As always, I love your blog (concise, humorous at times ;), and always engaging) & outstanding photos (best photography I’ve ever seen on a blog, by the way!)
http://www.spain-in-iowa.com/2012/07/cool-off-with-an-horchata-a-mexican-rice-drink/
It seems Ouest spends more time with her feet off the ground than on the ground!
Now that I have caught up to you guys in the present. I hope you don’t mind me posting my thoughts on your previous adventures. First, Pat why have you stopped fishing on your travels? I understand throwing the little ones back, but getting a nice Dorado or Tuna would make my day, plus feed the family with fresh protein. Cutting some slices off a catch that was swimming just minutes before, add a little bit of soy sauce and hot sauce or wasabi and you have great sashimi. Also, Ouest loves to fish, but she will never catch a thing with a Lego on the end of her line. She is reeling her pole upside down too. Put a lure on the end and when she finally catches her first “fish taco”, I’m sure she will be proud as heck with her accomplishment, plus Papa taught her all she knew.
That’s it, happy life,
Manny
Pat? Shoes??
Those are the bowling alley’s shoes obviously, but the funny part is that I am wearing a pair of Ouest’s socks. I don’t have socks!