I was lucky enough to share this moment with your grandpa who was visiting us in Berlin that week (the first week of July 2010): Abuelo was making lunch in the kitchen, as he often is, and you had been a very good girl by playing on your own all morning. As abuelo finished preparing […]
This one has been way less embarrassing than it would’ve been had we been living in Spain. Luckily enough, Germany and France don’t associate a big bad word to the sound “pootah”. What made this mispronunciation even more dramatic was the fact that you spent half your day asking for fruit. It has been your […]
I was afraid of how you would adapt to our new life in Berlin. Little did I know that being able to go to a different park/playground every day, eating literally kilos of summer fruits every week, and living in a bigger apartment with new, exciting things, would largely make up for whatever discomfort the […]