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This is Not the Spain I Know
When the West Winds Blow
We had a late night soccer session at the park. We played in the area that the older gentlemen use for Bocci Balls. Not too many people at the park – only a few amorous couples, that seemed to be in competition. There were also some dog owners and 15 guys playing pickup court soccer. I thought when we moved here that I might have played a game of pickup soccer, but the guys are all too good. Too fast. Too skilled. But however, against Ezra and Viena, I still have a chance. We alternated between soccer and the playground. Viena and Ezra loves these baby swings which allow them to safely experience the gravity drop like a roller coaster. This was our second time to the playground to play soccer today. We came once in the morning. We have been staying close to home – for no reason at all. We went to the library after and had a good quiet time looking a Spanish Children’s books.
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