Here we are, still in the cold and flu season, worried about lost umbrellas and lost Torgeirs, alternating complaints about flu bugs, spring pollen problems, misunderstanding spouses, and kids with alarming tendencies to grow up faster than we would wish… and, suddenly, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. This is a repeat of an article about how a minor holiday became part of my expat legacy. (Photo is of me and my son from last year. Now he is a year older, a year taller, and several years more mature.)
A St. Patrick’s Day Story
A St. Patrick’s Day Story
A St. Patrick’s Day Story
Here we are, still in the cold and flu season, worried about lost umbrellas and lost Torgeirs, alternating complaints about flu bugs, spring pollen problems, misunderstanding spouses, and kids with alarming tendencies to grow up faster than we would wish… and, suddenly, it’s St. Patrick’s Day. This is a repeat of an article about how a minor holiday became part of my expat legacy. (Photo is of me and my son from last year. Now he is a year older, a year taller, and several years more mature.)