Tag: beer

The Beer Bottle Burglar et al.

Curacao 1983-1986 The maid heard the Beer Bottle burglar from her snug, en suite bedroom located outside the family’s home. Behind her solid wood, securely locked door, she heard the pop of a bottle top followed by a glug sound. The question was, what to do? It wasn’t her home, she only lived there as... Read more »

Miguel's Tasks; or fluency doesn't equate understanding

Linguistic fluency doesn’t mean you will communicate clearly, it only means that you ought to. For although my husband and I are both native English speakers, from time to time even we miscommunicate with a remarkable ease. So in Ecuador in 1986 it wasn’t uncommon for fluent Spanish speakers to hit vocabulary speed bumps. Take... Read more »

Monday Night Football at the Olympics

“Are you ready for some FOOTBALL????” We were. En route to our last scheduled event with tickets for football at Wembley on a Monday night, we were more than ready for some football. To Americans it may be called soccer, but in the UK it was and is football. Logical given it’s played with foot.... Read more »
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Second Amendment Justice

As read in UK press and USA The Week, a man in Nevada carrying a legally concealed gun-shot himself in the tush. I’ll resist The Onion-esque headline, What an Ass. After London–where carrying means walking through an organic farmers market carrying a plastic draft beer–the justice of an idiot shooting himself was too sweet. Carrying... Read more »

What I learned in London--during the 2012 Olympics

Lessons learned during London’s 2012 Olympics were varied and scattershot.  But as always, educational. Two young men in red flag Canadian tee shirts were pushing a bin full to bursting with packaged snack foods. They stopped at the pedestrian crossing light. Chatting them up, we learned these are the party nibbles for the Canadian athletes.... Read more »

The Pub is NOT a Bar

The Pub is NOT a Bar
When you say to Americans, “we went to the pub with the grand kids”–you see it in their eyes. Their concern, their speed dial thoughts to Children and Family Services in the OMG assumption. You took a KID to the BAR?? What are you Alcoholic Anonymous wanna-bees? Many pubs in the UK–at least pubs I’ve... Read more »
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Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball

Olympic Event no. 2-Beach Volleyball
Some might think of it as BABES and BOYS playing on sand. As for me, I’ll always think it as that crazy, sold-out event, the acclaimed red hot ticket of London’s 2012 Olympics. The Greeks would have loved it. Queen Victoria– not so much. It began early last Thursday morning. Just another workday for most... Read more »
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    TIMELINE June 1972 to June 1973---Candace moves to Lima (Peru)----- June 1973 to May 1974---Candace and The Husband live in Glendale AZ----- May 1974 to August 1974---Living in Toronto, Ontario (Canada)----- September 1974 to May 1975---Living in Aberdeen SD----- May 1975 to July 1979---Living in Vancouver, British Columbia (Canada)----- July 1979 to June 1980---Living in Asuncion (Paraguay)----- June 1980 to September 1980---Living in NYC----- September 1980 to November 1982---Living in Connecticut----- November 1982 to January 1983---Living in Ponce, Puerto Rico (USA)----- February 1983 to July 1986---Living in Willemstad, Curacao (Netherlands Antilles)----- July 1986 to July 1989---Living in Guayaquil (Ecuador)----- July 1989 to July 1995---Living in Connecticut (yes, again)----- July 1995 to August 2001---Living in Mexico City (Mexico)----- August 2001---Return to Gringolandia (a.k.a. United States of America)----- I was an accidental expatriate; love and marriage led me to it. One day I was a bandy-legged kid sitting atop my dogwood tree looking out of my small backyard world in 1950s New Jersey, wanting to move somewhere--anywhere, different. Next thing I knew I met a young hirsute anti-war, soon-to-be-Peace Corps volunteer, fell in love and moved to Peru in the 1970s. WHAT an adventure it's been!! NOTE: I gave up Facebook, so apologies that I cannot answer any comments since it is only set up via FB.

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