I'm not exactly sure when the idea to go to Spain this year came about. But it seems to me it was last fall when Shea was bringing home 100s consistently in Spanish.
I wanted to go to Rome, and because (hide your eyes pumpkin) she had a crush on a guy from school with German heritage, she was interested in going there.
She started learning German.
Last week I booked the airplane tickets. Yesterday I set her to work finding hotels.
We/she converted US dollars to Euros, and I gave her the budget for the trip. And asked her to read the hotel reviews. She came up with five hotels in Berlin to choose from.
I asked her to do the same for Rome and Madrid, but she got distracted by her friend, and then by going over to her friend's house, so she stopped with the hotels in Berlin.
Seems she also distracted herself with the calligraphy Sharpies I got her. She left me the red one, with a note that said it was for me, she loves me, and she signed her name, with "aka: pumpkin."
Too cute.
Definitely my kid to be distracted by writing instruments.
At one point (she was on my computer) I asked her to open up another window, because it was tedious to watch the unnecessary shuffling. She said she couldn't. I asked why. She said it doesn't work with (whatever app she had open.)
I said yes it does.
She said no it doesn't.
I said I do it all the time. "You see that little e there? Click it."
She did, and voila a new window opened up.
One of these days she will remember what I do for a living.
"Thanks, Mom."
"You're welcome."
Thanks to her influence, we are spending virtually the exact same amount of time in each place. She did have a concern last week that Germany would be short-changed.
Then she asked me how my Italian was coming along. Not happy with my answer, she signed me up for the online course the same place she's been learning German.
Maybe I can just sing Con Te Partiro for my supper, so to speak.
Speaking of which, I can't find my Romanza CD.
And just a few more days to wait until Big Whiskey comes out.
