Many people think the kids’ music show Hi-5 is an Australian invention. But as Rocio, Grace and I recently found out, the real Hi-5 is actually located in Lima, Peru.
Today the three of us (Hannah stayed at home with grandma and grandpa) went to Mila Florence to see a Hi-5 show, where local Peruvian actors played the actors from the US version of Hi-5.
Rocio, Grace and I were strolling down a street Mila Florence (Lima, Peru) on our way home to Rocio’s parents’ place after a Hi-5 show, when we noticed a particularly flustered policeman screaming and waving at traffic at an intersection urging it to “avanza”.
We knew something was amiss so we stopped and didn’t cross the road. As the policeman got the last of the traffic through the intersection, we saw that a motorcade was coming through.
One of the things I like about living close to the city is that there’s always something on to amuse the kids, and often within walking distance, or at worst, within reach by public transport.
Last weekend North Sydney Council held a Children’s Festival at Civic Park. This involved bands, performances by local groups, arts and crafts, baby farm animals, and snakes!
There have been a number of books that have resonated with me years after I have read them. Ernest Hemingway’s The old man and the sea is one of those books.
There’s a passage that always comes back to me when I’ve found myself facing a tough or difficult situation; it comes at a time in the book when Santiago, an aging Cuban fisherman, is trying to bring his catch, a giant marlin, back to the shore, but the big fish is being mauled by sharks.
Rocio, Grace, Baby Hannah and I went to the Fish Markets for lunch today (it was very nice, by the way). On the way home while driving through Pyrmont Hannah needed a feed, so we pulled over. Rocio spotted a nearby cafe, so we went there.
Rocio ordered an organic lemonade (whatever the hell that is), Grace had a babychino (pictured, left), and I had a banana smoothie.

Our new daughter Hannah was born on September 19 - her due date. Here she is at about a month old with her big sister Grace, who happens to be turning two tomorrow.
My wife Rocio recently had some photos printed, including the one below of herself and our 18-month-old daughter Grace.
Of course I know that I’m a very lucky man, but this photo really brought home just how lucky I am.
This is a very short story I wrote in 2003 somewhere on a train in Europe. It takes place in a European capital some time in the future.
Vaclav had been in hospital for the three weeks. His doctor assured him he didn’t have long to live, and that everything would soon be fine.