Well, Today I turn the big 3-0 and rather than reflect on my life I thought I’d just share a poem from my brother to celebrate the big day!
Ode to Paul, my Spanish-speaking brother,
Of brothers bilingual I have no other.
That is not all that makes you unique!
Did I ever mention your sneakers wreak?
Ode to Paul, the wilderness survivor,
Livin' off the land, a naturalist kaniver.
Supposedly finds plenty of au natural food,
But his shoelaces are gone and leather shoes chewed.
Ode to Paul, the pan-pipes player.
(Actually a "peaceful silence" slayer)
No Zamphir when he sits down to play.
No wonder the wilderness game runs away!
Ode to Paul, he has the last laugh,
In La Paz sipping coffee from a coffee carafe.
The GPS tracker for 'findmespot',
Is really attached to an alpaca he caught.
Ode to Paul, and kids and Naiom',
Missing you lots, please come home.
But meanwhile you're there, enjoy your stay,
All the best, on your Bolivian Birth-day!