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I am hoping the above photo conveys a sense of heat; it was taken post chicken curry (with extra hot sauce) in a picturesque town 30 minutes from our country club oasis.. As you likely know, when the outside temperature gets above body temp... it's el bummer. 

We can never remember the name of this town, we usually just call it "that hot place". And I don't know why we pay a visit every year- nothing is ever open: neither church nor museum. 
We just go for lunch. And get a load of the menu on offer:

It was either a candid camera episode or my mother in law had recently bought the place. Who in God's name has a hankering for rabbit stew when it is100 degrees? And what is Cockrel?
Oh well, when in Rome...

I went for the chicken curry and F manned up and ordered wild boar -to the delight of the owner (little known fact: the wild boar is featured on the Brigham family crest). 

Thomas was happy because the British open was on above my head; so I went outside to try to take selfies as I sweltered - (Swelfies: Trademark! )

So since le blog is now private, I feel I can post all sorts of Wehlen secrets. I asked the team, as we sipped coffee after our early ocean swim, to admit their fantasies of glory: the thing they fantasize about doing to the roar of the crowd. I went first:

I would like to be able to do various dives off of high dives - at a basic swim party for example, just bust out with a backward jack knife. Or- I see myself breaking up a bank robbery by chasing after the criminal and catching him.

Maybe shooting him in the leg.

T went next, and his fantasy will of course surprise no one. He dreams of  being able to speak perfect Japanese to a surprised and delighted bus of Japanese. 

Now part of the game includes the sacred trust of not making fun.. But I had to ask: 
You fantasize about impressing Japanese tourists? 

Why? Leaping over barriers ( in my fantasy there are hurdles involved) is better?

Yes. The bank robbers might be handsome and admire my feistiness. Or the police or the bystanders. but a bus full of Japanese? Who cares if they like you? 

F's was equally mundane: an astronaut. whatever. I am not sure they get the game...do Germans not fantasize? 
The good news is once I told them I needed to be able to leap hurdles (like at a track meet), we got right to work. Below some photos of my initial attempts. In my mind, I looked like Jackie Joyner Kersee...alas...

But I implore you to write in and admit all: saving Angelina Jolie from a crocodile attack? curing cancer and then accepting the nobel prize? playing pool against a bully and winning? skiing out of an avalanche? 
come on...let it out. You'll feel better- no, actually we will because we will all be laughing. 
And you should feel good about that. 

xx 

( Middle Aged crime stopper)