A Boy Living Abroad Reconnects With His Inner Superman

by Becky on April 15, 2013 · 2 comments

in Travel

Museu Blau

So I frequently write about my teenagers. In contrast, today is a ‘Caboose’ post. If you’ve recently joined me, a short primer on my Caboose, a.k.a. my youngest, who also answers to ‘Goose.’ The nickname Goose hearkens back to his days as an unsteady but fastmoving toddler who often ended up with goose eggs which a) quickly swelled to cartoonish proportions, b) always popped up in the same spot on his forehead, and c) were unfortunately never photographed consistently enough for us to prove to anyone that he pretty much sported a fabulous goose egg for the first several years of his life.

Living abroad has been a bit tough on Goose. Sure, he likes climbing around in old Roman ruins and scaling castles dating to the 1100’s (not that the dates impress him). And yeah, he likes pedaling around town on his bike.

But all the cool markets? (Did we not notice that they smell like fish!?) And the spectacular scenery rolling by when you’re in the car? (Unless you’re too carsick to care.) And the Highly Impressive historical sites? (Blah, blah.) And window shopping while you fantasize about handmade Spanish shoes? (Pain, torture, agony.)

But the museums? Ahh, now there’s something.  Nine-year-old boy + natural history = Intense Fun.

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Are we feeling it yet? Because Goose sure was.

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

Museu Blau

A day at the museum, and he’s so pumped up he’s ready to leap tall buildings.

Museu Blau

Or at least medium-sized ones.

(Hooray for inspired taxidermists.)

Karen L April 17, 2013 at 10:56 am

I know that at least half, if not all of my kids would be all over that type of museum! How fun for Mr. Goose.

Becky April 18, 2013 at 1:19 am

I know–especially when the dead creatures you’re staring at stare back at you! (Rather creepy, frankly.) xx

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