Why I Like Dungy

A lot of talk about the Super Bowl this weekend. I’m pulling for Coach Dungy.

I like the Colts as much as the Bears (don’t really care either way), but I really like Colt’s head coach Tony Dungy.

For example:

Dungy, you see, is as close to a saint as we have in sports today. This is the man who, on the morning after he was fired from the Bucs, drove his kids to school. This is the man who lost his temper only once when he coached in Tampa. It came during his first year when the Bucs started 1-8, but it had nothing to do with losing. No, what set off Dungy was when two players blew off a public appearance at an elementary school.

“The players were supposed to talk to the kids and sign autographs,” Dungy recalled Tuesday. “It’s one of the few times I can ever remember going ballistic.”

Most coaches lose it when a player misses an assignment; Dungy loses it when a player misses reading The Little Engine That Could to elementary school youngsters.

Expresso

drink coffeeI used to think espresso was actually “expresso”. I mean, it made sense. You get it quick. You get the caffeine kick quicker.

But it’s really espresso.

I started figuring this out while traveling because not everyone has the same standard for coffee. In Kenya when you order “regular coffee” they ask if you mean black or white. In the Netherlands, “regular coffee” comes like a capuchino or latte (what’s the difference, anyway)? In Puerto Rico, it’s cafe con leche (coffee with milk).

Sometimes it’s safer to just order “black coffee” with an American accent. Or “Cafe Americano” which is watered down espresso.

Or just deal with espresso. Negro, por favor.

Not Spanish

A couple of things I realized while in Puerto Rico:

  • Dosey-doe is not Spanish for “22”
  • Exactamundo is not Spanish for “exactly”
  • Adding an “el” to the front of a noun and ending it with a “o” is not really Spanish either

These are all part of the Texan, Fonzican, and Red-neckian lexicons, respectively.

However, I am trying to learn better Spanish.

The Three Continents of January

I just got back from Puerto Rico.

Hot Puerto Rico.

Beautiful Puerto Rico.

And I just realized I’ve been to three continents in the month of January: Africa (Kenya), Europe (The Netherlands), and North America (USA and PR).

Never in my dreams had I dreamed a dream like that.

Now to get back to this blogging thing…

growing up

growing up

Just got back from the Netherlands last night and today I’m going with Patricia to Puerto Rico for a long weekend of family visiting/vacation/planning time for the two of us.

So today I’m posting another of my fav animal pics from Kenya for my Foto Friday.

Peace out and see y’all on the flip side (read: February).

Dutch Breakfast

I like the Dutch. I like they aren’t afraid to have a good breakfast. Yesterday at the hotel they had the cereals and juice and coffee and eggs (boiled), but they also had about 8 kinds of bread, 4 meats and 4 cheeses.

They also had all sorts of spreads for your bread that wasn’t limited to butter and jelly. I picked up one that had pictures of hazelnuts all over the top. I figured it was like a hazelnut butter (like peanut butter). I also picked up a pure chocolate spread. And one more of just honey (just in case).

The hazelnut spread was a hazelnut-flavored chocolate spread! It was great! I used up all three spreads I got on one croissant. But I needed more. But I needed to be more healthy.

So I got the hazelnut spread and put it on raisin bread.

Now that’s good eats!

Don’t

This morning I decided to listen to some music on my iTunes as I woke up and got ready for the day. I have my music sorted by Song Title so it’s in an order but still kinda random. Just one of my quirks.

Anyway, I didn’t realize how many songs start with “Don’t”. Here’s my list of what I’ve been encouraged NOT to do today:

  • Don’t Bring Me Down
  • Don’t Come Around Here No More
  • Don’t Cry
  • Don’t Do Me Like That
  • Don’t Know Why
  • Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me
  • Don’t Look Back
  • Don’t Lose My Number
  • Don’t Pass Me By
  • Don’t Stand So Close To Me
  • Don’t Stop
  • Don’t Stop ‘Till You Get Enough
  • Don’t Stop Belevin’
  • Don’t Stop The Rock
  • Don’t Stop Y’all
  • Don’t You (Forget About Me)
  • Don’t You Want Me?

That’s a whole’lotta “Don’ts”, dontcha think?

Broers

broers insideBroers is my favorite little cafe here in Utrecht. Keith and I went there for lunch today.

Last year I asked if I could purchase one of the t-shirts the wait-staff wears because they are pretty cool. They told me, after speaking to the manager, that “it is not possible”.

Today I decided I’d ask again. Our waitress went to ask the manager. She came back.

“It is not possible”.

Maybe I’ll make this an annual event.

Back in Utrecht

dom towerI was in Utrecht last year (photos) and I really enjoyed it. Today walking around the city again I realized why I like it here so much.

It’s not because there’s so much to do. There’s not. There’s only one touristy place to go and that’s the Dom Cathedral (photo above from last year). But I think that’s why I like it here. This is like the real deal. Hardly any tourists. All you can do is walk around the town up and down the streets, by the canal, around the plazas, through the neighborhoods.

And there’s no tourists.

Except me. And Keith.

Tomorrow we start working again.