My daughter´s friends have written me a letter saying how much they love me...They must want something...Sara is 15, and her Saturday night curfew is 12:30. I just heard a collective thump of all of you falling off your chairs. She also hangs out, dancing, in bars. There´s that thump again. It´s safe to get up now - she doesn´t drink or smoke. Having been through months of negotiations, I can imagine every argument that´s going through your heads. When I was 15, I was watching the Brady Bunch and going to matinees. My husband, however, was hanging out in bars. That is the norm here, and for this American lightweight it took some getting used to. Whoever said, "New York never sleeps," hasn´t been here.... Carnival starts this Sunday, which means I can expect another round of negotiations, one being on one´s best behavior, and one eating the garbanzos I have planned for lunch without complaint... and that´s just my husband...So my daughter stays out til 12:30 (her friends until 2:00-hence the note). She studies hard, watches out for her brother, and laughs at all my jokes... It could be worse...
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Ha! Love it!! I'm sure I won't be saying that in 10 years when Luxe is that age! Oh, time, please go slowly...
Regarding 'Rain Makes Applesauce'... We L-O-V-E that book! We found it about a year ago at our library and have since checked it out at least 3 more times! The quirkier the better! Wouldn't you say!
Happy Carnival! Can't wait to hear about that!
You are lucky! My 20-year-old daughter drank and smoked and now she's 5 months pregnant. I don't think it was the smoking and drinking that did it though.
Have you seen "Vicky Christina Barcelona" yet? This is strictly out of left field --Sara would never be a pistol-packing Maria Elena [i hope!]--but have there been any Javier Bardem sightings thereabouts: in the bars, among the fishmongers or where they play Spanish guitar? Inquiring minds wanna know. Oh, and when I was 15 I think I was too ga-ga over Hello Kitty, and bar meant chocolate. ;]
Please tell me that my daughter will never ask this of me (whimper, whimper)? I will need lots of prozac!
Hi. I just discovered your blog and I LOVE it !! I grew up in Spain. Puerto de Santa Maria mostly. My Dad was in the US Navy but we lived off base and lots of my friends were Spanish. I loooooved going out when I was the same age as your daughter ! My curfew was 12:00 for the first year I think but when I got a little bit older it got pushed out to 2:00 ... I can't believe my parents let me stay out that late !!! They were brave !! Anyway ... just had to comment as your post brought back so many memories !!!
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