Madre mia! The Spaniards really like to say this phrase, sort of like our Good Lord! or Meu Deus! or Dios Mio! Why they shift everything onto the Virgen Mary’s shoulders I don’t understand.
Our shipment, the motherload, from China arrives at our doorstep tomorrow at 9. I will be decanting the container alone as the children will be off at school and Mr. Understanding will be in Barcelona, just me and my posse of swarthy Spaniards humping boxes into the house. Good times, people, good times! If you can’t intuit this word, mama mia, I can’t help you!