Send in the clowns

I spent Valentine’s day with a clown with big feet. You know what they say about men with big feet don’tcha?

It was a spur of the moment thing but what the hey?

The Chick-fil-a location near me offers free kids meals on Tuesdays and they had a clown entertaining the children and making characters out of balloons and giving these creations away for free. Tons of parents and giddy children were there!

The children and I had a blast.

However, the clown did take a much needed break to ask me and my friend whether our husbands were so cheap that they sent us to Chick-fil-A for dinner on V’day. We both admitted that we had none.

Luckily, none of the couples who were having dinner there overheard him.

Because…he was a nice clown.


On the road again

I enjoy taking the open road. Here, in America, I take off, driving to an unknown town 2 or 3 hours away, stopping by anywhere tickling my fancy; farmer’s market;  wayside icecream shop; mid-afternoon Mardi Gras party in a bar that I stopped by simply to get a smoked hotdog and a glass of wine; an antique shop; a deserted beach.

Growing up in Africa, trips were more of a production. A trip that would take 3 hours on unfettered roads, would take an entire day due to myriad potholes, the lack of roads signs and traffic lights. These road trips felt very much like navigating a boat on choppy waters, and due to the daylong stint in the merciless hot sun, you’d arrive at your final destination with a deep tan–but only on one side of your upper body and face.

My children have caught the travelling bug too, weekends especially, they are eager for us to grab the adventure bag, get in the car and go! And isn’t that what life is…a series of adventures?