Anyway, where was I? Oh right, so I woke up in New Zealand. Believe it or not, babies are loud. So I arrived on a Friday and I tried to recover from that long flight over the Pacific Ocean during that weekend. On the first night Didi cried and cried and cried and cried and cried... and then she breathed just to cry a little more. On Sunday, while having dinner, Laurence, Ana’s husband, was telling me about how lucky I was by being single in New Zealand. Yes, apparently there are more women here than men, amazing fact number 231 of kiwiland.
- Oh, Luis, tomorrow I’m going to take you to the kids’ gym – Ana said quite excited – lots of women go there, you’ll see.
- Gymnastics? – I replied meanwhile Luca’s eating habits were really distracting me (he was just throwing his food on the floor and spilling water on the glass table) - Your kid goes to the gym?
- Of course, we go every Monday – Said Ana not really minding Luca’s surreal food art on the table.
- Yes Luis, that’s a fantastic idea - concurred Laurence.
Uhhhhh... lots of women! Sounded really weird that they get together at this gym on a Monday morning, but, hey, new country new rules right?
Anyway, one thing was for sure, I wasn’t really interested on going out with anyone or even flirting with any girl at that moment. I still had feelings for this girl who I was dating back in Mexico. Hey, I had to say it, true story, I know she reads this. However, just wondering and looking around wouldn’t hurt anyone right?
Monday 6 am, baby girl crying, someone walking to the kitchen to get something from the fridge, little boy watching cartoons on the telly, someone showering, and me, me in this tiny room just laying there asking myself “why Luis, why?”.
Finally the noises ceased, I went back to sleep for one more hour. At 10 am Ana woke me up and told me were on a mission that day.
- We are going to gymnastics today – Ana said while changing Luca into a much sportier outfit - Many of the girls from the coffee group go there as well.
- Coffee group? – I thought coffee group was a coffee tasting club or something.
- You’ll find out eventually, just get ready and please hold Didi while I dress Luca – she put Didi in my arms and went with Luca, who was much focused on this kids morning show rather to his mom’s demands to put some tinny jeans and t-shirt on.
So there I was, with a baby on my arms, wearing only my pyjamas (must thank my mom for this amazing pyjamas, so comfy and warm, deep blue shirt and square trousers, sometimes I even go to the supermarket wearing only this... kidding Mom!) wondering how much time would I have left to brush my teeth. Apparently Ana was reading my thoughts while I was holding her newborn.
Luis, you’d better get off your pyjamas, brush your teeth and wear something comfortable – she said this while Luca was looking at me with this “please do as told” look in his eyes.
Yes, yes, are we late? – Dumb question, never ask a mom if she is running late, they are always late, and if you complain about it they will give you the most amazing comeback in human history “Try being on time with two kids”. Oh it was hard to find some clothes in my 20 kilos full of my only belongings bag.
Ana looked at me with this response in her eyes, so, we were late. Quickly, I put Didi back into her mom’s arms and rush into the bathroom, got changed, brushed my teeth and splash some water on my face. “The fastest Mexican ever” I thought while Ana yelled (more like a roar) from the front door “Hurry we are late!”
She drove and drove and drove (at the incredible speed of 50 km/hr) until we got to this nice building by a park. We got off the car, Ana took Luca straight into the YMCA and I had to put the stroller in proper position in order to place Didi there. You have no idea how complicated a stroller is for someone with no experience whatsoever in kids or babies. Five minutes later Didi was in the stroller’s seat, with her seat belts on and her dummy in her mouth. We were ready to rumble at gymnastics. Finally I entered the gym, in fact there were lots of women, Ana and Laurence were right.
- Wait a second... they are all mums or very pregnant mums Ana – Said sadly and somehow disappointed.
- What were you expecting? – Ana answered totally unaware of my sadness and disappointment.
Didi puked some milk on my black shirt, I didn’t mind. Gymnastics is hell.
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