Pappa

We just dropped my dad off at the bus terminal. He has been here since Saturday. A little stopover between Denmark, Spain, and the US. We had a nice time "hanging out" and stuff. He took us for fish'n'chips at Chez Fred (one of the better "chippies" we've been to in England). We went to see Casino Royale on Tuesday night (really, really good film!). Last night, he cooked frickadeller with boiled potatoes and parsley sauce, then we watched Da Vinci Code (a really, quite crappy film). He's flying back to Florida today on the same flight that we will be taking next week.

Funnily enough, my dad has lived in Bournemouth before. In 1970. He was attending the Anglo European School of Chiropractic for a year and was living in an oceanfront apartment in Boscombe and a flat in Bournemouth town centre. This past Sunday, we drove down to Boscombe to see if the apartment was still there. It was! It's probably a VERY expensive piece of property now, though.

Anyway, it's just so random and strange that K and I ended up in Bournemouth, too. The life we've been leading since August 2003 is something we would never have believed if someone went back in time to 1999 or so to tell us about it. Craziness!