Madre mía, gentle reader. The parental invasion of 2014 is still rocking the coast of southern Spain. After a trip to Amsterdam, my parents and our good friend from Samford, Owen, flew down for the weekend. I had previously warned our Spanish friends to show no fear, not to make any sudden movements, and to laugh at every alarming joke, which luckily, they did. Everyone had a blast, and I didn’t have to use an elephant tranquilizer on my parents. We ate a lot of Spanish food, watched Cranky (Dad) test out his “fluent” Spanish, which has more Mexican terminology than normal, and drank some lovely Rioja wine while taking in the sights. It was really nice having them here.
See what I mean? Oh, and welcome to the family, Owen. Bless you.
The parental blitz was a great weekend. We converted another three to the Spanish lifestyle, and I don’t think anyone’s looking back. I blubbered like a whale when they left. Even Cat, with her tear ducts of steel, had a sparkle at the end. Thank you for coming you three!! And Owen, send me the bill for your rehabilitation sessions.
Kate and Amy, SL
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