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Published: October 30th 2012
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View of San Sebastian
We rode the furnicular up to the top for great views of the city. I actually go to see for once! Well, it’s about time… finally
I get to tell everyone about my view on our family’s adventures in Spain. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Keira Maneulla Thakore. I am currently a small baby. A 4.5 month old, 14lb baby to be exact. I have an older sister, Asha Ynez Thakore, who is 19 months old. She fluctuates between being jealous of me and trying to let me know just how much she loves me. Either way, when I sit next to her in our double stroller, I am often the recipient of “gentle” tapping or poking, well-meaning or otherwise. At least that’s better than when I am left defenceless on the floor and Asha sits on my head. Hmpfh. Momma and Daddy are a little slow to get her off at times.
At any rate, we have now been traveling through Spain for the last two weeks. I have had a good time, but not nearly as much fun as Asha, Momma or Daddy. Why, one might ask? Well, because I’m such a small baby, I miss out on pretty much everything, from food to wine to playgrounds to flamenco to the beach. From my vantage point
Daddy's Under my Spell
Yes, I know. I look ridiculous. But I can't do anything to stop them from dressing me like this! Oh well - I'm missing Halloween back home so I might as well wear my outfit here. strapped on to either Momma or Daddy, I have seen Asha thoroughly enjoy herself on
Playa de la Concha , wading in the crystal clear water and loving being buried up to her chest in the sand. I have also seen Asha’s pudgy demanding finger constantly home in on the nearest playground, where she again has a blast. Me, I’m strapped into either the stroller or Momma/Daddy. I don’t get to run around and play. Hmpfh.
Can I mention again that I miss out on all the gourmet food and wine? Not that I mind because I do love my delicious milk, but as I observe the raptures that all three of them get from various morsels of food, I do get jealous. I recall one day in San Sebastian when we went on a
pinxtos tour (Basque tapas) and they tried all sorts of delicious bites of shrimp, beef, veal cheek, scallop, squid, rabbit, salted cod, duck, pig’s ears, foie gras and chorizo. I think the only pinxtos Asha rejected were mussels and the sweetbread ravioli.
I would have tried it. And
I would have liked it. Hmpfh again. The only thing that I have tried apart from
Sigh...
Note my look of resignation as Asha bothers me, yet again. delicious milk was a raisin that Asha shared by shoving it into my mouth at a
cava bar. I didn’t get to keep it long though, as Momma immediately fished it out. Of course that time she was quick. Once again, hmfph.
But I must say that I do get jealous. The food all looks so beautiful and delicious! I constantly hear Momma and Daddy exclaim that the food is amazing and very affordable. The restaurants they take me too are very posh (nicer than any that I have been allowed to go to in Calgary) but only 50€ for 3-4 course meals with a bottle of wine! They smile. I do not. I continue my campaign to get a taste. You see, I consider myself a stealthy baby and have occasionally managed to get my tiny fingers onto a plate of food or a glass of wine. In fact, I made Momma spill a plate of
fideua (Catalan style paella made with noodles) destined for Asha. I have also managed to almost grab a plate of
churros con chocolat which made Momma unhappy as she loves her chocolate. Unfortunately, I am still too slow. Instead of
Churros con Chocolat
This looks so yummy! partaking in the food and wine I stare longingly from my prized position in my carrier. Asha, when in her jealous fits, asks to go into my carrier too, which causes Momma to grumble as she is heavier than me. Little does Asha know that she has a way better spot in the stroller or her high chair, closer to all the food and wine. Me? The closest I get to the food is when Momma drops it on my head. There was a time she dropped some
brochette de gambas (shrimp skewer) on me. I smelt like fishy garlic for the next few days. Hmpfh once more.
At any rate, I confess some pride in developing some tactics to divert Momma’s and Daddy’s attention from food/wine/Asha to myself. For instance, I have learnt to blow raspberries non-stop, causing either of them to pay attention to me and wipe my drool. Also, I persist in spitting up large amounts of my delicious milk, generally timing it to be at the most inopportune time and place (eg. right after a blow-out poo, another tactic, at a nice restaurant). I also made Momma break a wine glass at a beautiful winery
Please, please!
I'm trying to get a taste... come on! in
La Rioja , where they were all enjoying a 6 course gourmet meal with wine pairings. I got lots of attention then. I secretly laughed. They hmpfhed.
As our time comes to an end in Spain, I am looking forward to our next trip, when I hope that I will be big enough to hold my own against Asha and also taste the food and wine. I heard some talk of Paris –
Allons y! J’ai faim!
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Hani
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Great photos. Really looking forward to catching up with you and your family when you're back.