Circus, circus

I don't even remember the last time I have been to the circus. I mean, a REAL circus - with a tent, animals, clowns and people flying high above you through the air. So last weekend the circus was in town and we went. We - me, my hubby AND my dad...

Going to the circus means wearing the right shoes - my "hippy-shoes" as one of my students named them

When I was a kid it was always me and my dad going to the circus - but I didn't think he would still like to go. But he did! I'm glad he did. Somehow we haven't found the right grown-up-way to communicate with each other, yet. So maybe going back to the past and doing something we both enjoyed when I was a child helped to revitalize the father-daughter-bond.
Growing up really is strange sometimes... 

Elephants is a MUST at the circus...

...and seeing all those beautiful horses was amazing, too!