I wish I could say that we are learning Spanish or Flamenco or guitar during our three weeks here. Seriously. I should be learning a new trade or perfecting an accent or something. But it plain isn't true. We wake up late. We get to the grocery store before it gets too hot. We go the Marie Louise park everyday. We usually have some sore of outing, a bike ride, a trip to the barber, a coke at the cafe but beyond that we really haven't been doing much of anything. A nagging parenting voice keeps whispering in my ear. Should we buy a Spanish language book? But I keep reminding myself that is part of the reason why we came, just to be a family for a while, abroad. It is hard to keep those pushy voices at bay. We try something new everyday and that keeps us talking for a while. But then we chill out and come home and make dinner and wonder at the stamina of Spaniards who keep it going until the wee hours.
The new thing we did yesterday was feed the pigeons in Marie Louise park. We took some stale bread and this is what happened.
There is a woman who sells bird seed in small bags and this seed makes the pigeons swarm and peck and generally behave like a group of 4 year olds at a birthday party when someone brings out the popsicles. Another woman who had bought a bag of this crack-like seed decided to dust Declan's hat with it. This is what happened.
You get your picture taken with complete strangers!
Not to be left behind, Cal decided to get into the act, after a few squeals of unhappiness. And this is what happened.
We spent an entire hour there in the blazing sun, braving the possibility of bird flu, and getting our arms scratched to bits. It was terrific.
Declan named a couple of the birds after soccer players: Messi, Eto'o and Fabregas. Cal named his bird Joey. The name is of unknown origin. Possibly after a Kangaroo's baby?
More pics as they are impossibly cute.
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