Another Monday and another chance to make a new start for those of you so inclined. I’m a little blue this morning since Hubby has left for a week of travel and will be back only on Friday night 😦 I confess there are advantages to his being away – there’s just less work around the house – Go figure 😉 But that doesn’t compensate for the fact that it’s just Junior and me for the next 5 days, 24/7! *Pulling out Hair* already 😛
So this week is going to be a test of my nerves and they don’t last long in the best of times! A forecast of turbulence for Junior et moi I’m afraid 😛 Still we’ll labor on as best we can and THANK GOD for School! The weekend was nice. Yesterday was our Republic Day and they had the parade on TV. The usual display of dapper men in uniform and their formidable looking weapons – impressive and yet not as comforting, when I think that most of the problems that plague my country are internal and men with guns can do NOTHING to solve those 
But this post isn’t about that.
We took Junior to school yesterday to see the Vintage cars that were to be displayed there on the occasion. I confess I was eager to go coz I didn’t want to miss the photo-op! The cars were lovely – looking all distinguished and sparkling in the sunlight. I got a few pictures but not great ones because the light was just all wrong and there were swarms of teachers and students everywhere. Still we got to see a stunning blue Daimler that once belonged to Motilal Nehru (father of our first Prime Minister Jawaharlal Nehru), a bottle green Merc that had me drooling, a sporty Honda coupe, and a 1928 Baby Austin in a gorgeous cherry red! Will post pictures in my next post.
The cars worked up our appetite of course and we headed to The Fisherman’s Wharf for lunch. This was the first time we visited and we knew instantly it would become a favourite – a regular haunt 🙂 First – it has a play area for children…YES! Second – it has Happy Hours on Sundays which means you order a drink and get one free! Third – their Mojitos make me very very happy 😉 Fourth – the ambience is wonderfully relaxed and the staff all speak Konkani 🙂 Fifth – the food is pretty darn good 🙂 Such a find this – especially because for once the boys (who LOVE their fish), and me (not so much), can still all have a fantastic time in one place! Their authentic goan sausage pulao means I need never go hungry 😛
And so back to the Monday and to Mr. Monkton. This week I’ve chosen an illustration as a message to myself. Maybe even a warning! Since I anticipate an emotionally overwhelming week, it seemed only fair! Quiet reflection may have it’s advantages but on occasion a good shouting match to clear the air is very therapeutic 😉 What say Mr. Monkton? 😛
I apologise for the small size of this week’s image. Couldn’t find a larger one online
Happy Monday People 🙂
H is for Happiness 
I expect your time for quiet reflection is coming to an end for about a week 😉
I confess my ignorance: not only do I not speak Konkani, but I also have no idea what it is. Googling shortly 🙂
I don’t even drink, but your photos and descriptions of mojitos have me wanting one. Or at least the flavors. Definitely the weather that typically accompanies their consumption in these parts!
Looking forward to your classic car shots. I enjoy car shows, but find it’s difficult to get a good shot.
Tell me about it 😛
Konkani is our mother tongue. It’s the language us Goans speak and it’s so wonderful to hear it spoken with pride in a restaurant 🙂 There! Saved your Google time I hope 😉
We really must get you to try out the alcohol Heather! How about a little cognac to get all toasty during The Big Freeze? 😉
Suddenly it seems I have a ton of photos to get through!
Is it mostly nice to hear it because you’ve moved and miss it, or is something else at play? (Again, please indulge my ignorance. Google only teaches one so much!)
I avoided alcohol when I was younger mostly out of the pride of not doing what everyone else was. But I’ve never developed a taste for it, and I don’t push it. Alcoholism runs in the family, and I in many ways I have an addictive personality. It’s a shame, because we now live in a region that is well-known for its craft beer and renowned vineyards, but I’ll just leave well enough alone!
Take your time with the pictures. They aren’t going anywhere and you’ve got a long week in front of you 🙂
We speak it at home but honestly we tend to speak English most of the time
Junior doesn’t speak it at all for which I know we are responsible, although he understands it. That’s true of a lot of languages in India actually – as English takes over we are beginning to loose our own dialects 
Also often times people seem embarrassed to speak in the vernacular even if they know how…so it was nice yo hear Konkani in the restaurant! A pleasant surprise and a little slice of home! I’m getting sentimental in my old-age 😛
That’s a good thing Heather! Stay away from it. Don’t listen to me 😛
Did the Vintage post!