I was 27 on the 27th.
I was 3 times 3 times 3.
Have I mentioned that I have great affection for the number three? It is, in fact, my favorite number. I love it in combination with any other number as well as on its own. Honestly, I like all odd numbers a good deal more than even ones. The reason for this is uncertain, but it is partly the reason for which I was married on an odd-numbered day.
I am letting you in on the crazy and I am aware of this fact.
While walking with Pantalones Cortéz this afternoon I reflected on the past year a bit. Some amazing things have happened in this year of 27 on the 27th. I have decided to commemorate the end of the year by posting about the wonders of my being twenty-seven on day 3-times-3-times-3.
(psssssst! WE MOVED TO SPAIN!)
I ran at least three times a week for over six months.
Now I walk for an hour at least five times a week.
Señor CC and I only own one car.
I do all of the cleaning (yes, it is a wonder; I abhor cleaning).
We do not have a microwave.
We visited London for four days.
I taught Cooper-chew doggy-fantastic to walk properly.
This does not mean pull as hard as you can in an attempt to go fast.
I have carried out multiple conversations in español.
People actually understood what I was saying.
I understood them, too.
I have been to Gibraltar, Sevilla, Tarifa, Ronda and Granada.
I started Spanish class.
I visited my family more than any other year since we were married.
Rrawr-monster knows who I am.
She thinks my doggy lives with her Gran and Papa Jim.
It is the only place she has seen his photograph.
Two-toof says "Bye-bye!" to me on the phone.
I received a Nikon D50.
Oh how I love that camera.
We found Cooper-chew doggy-fantastic’s family number two.
I learned to drive a manual-shift car.
Did you read that last one?
We went to Salzburg, Austria for three days.
I have met interesting and wonderful people from Texas, Arizona, Virginia, the United Kingdom, Norway, Sweden, Germany, Greece, and many other places.
I learned that Spanish people are kindhearted and friendly.
I began this blog.
My identity is morphing.
I don’t know what shape it will take.