Searched for a nice blogging trabajo all last week in Costa Rica. It's such a beautiful country, and I'm pretty sure my kids would've taken the better part of their teen years to locate their parents so deep in the rain forest. Thereby saving me the pleasure of their angst ridden drama over clothes that don't match and other tales in being a diva. They don't teach geography until high school right? They probably think we were in Africa, or even California. Kids are dumb like that sometimes. It's cute actually.
|Skeeter...not much of a mixologist|
But, my interview with a local fütbol team didn't go as well as planned. I scored it a tie but they gave the job to a local chico just 13 years old. He evidently knew you weren't supposed to start singing Glory Glory when a referee pulled a tarjeta roja out of his back pocket. So much for being an undocumented American blogger in Quepos. What a hotshot little Ernesto was, with his Bic pen and his booko de notas. Throwing out knowledge about local soccer legends and then bribing the human resources guy with plantains. All I had was a half finished Cohiba and a stick of Juicy Fruit.
I'm dumb like that sometimes. It's not cute anymore.
So that's when the plane brought me back to y'all. And my kids. They were all jumping on me and kissing my face like I was the lead
But really, being a padre is great. That local kid that knows a kick over the goal isn't worth tres points has no idea how good I have it. Yesterday, while he was probably dribbling dangling participles into his rice and beans I was getting home made cards and hugs. My niños know I'm not perfect. They know I couldn't execute a bicycle kick if you gave me two training wheels. And yet they still love me...
|La Pura Vida = REAL fresh sushi|
And that's why I didn't mind throwing their half-asleep, limp bodies over my shoulder late last night and lugging them to their bed. That's mi trabajo chico - la vida padre!
So I leave you with one more Father's Day moment that is muy especial. David Hood is a musical legend in Muscle Shoals, Alabama. His son Patterson is the lead man for my favorite band. They sat down together recently and jammed a bit. Respect yourself dudes. Your kids will follow suit. I promise.
¡Mucho gusto! Reader. Have a great day!