We finished Birthday Week successfully; Vivian and I both celebrated our birthdays last week. Vivian had a grandparent's sleepover party, and I had a nice dinner out with friends. One more year under the bridge, now Thanksgiving, too, is past, and its on to Christmas.
Imagine its your birthday, your special day, and you just happen to be in one of the great cultural cities of Europe with your family. Aside from feeding your child, you have no obligations, and the city is at your disposal. You can do whatever you want. So what do you do? Visit museums, take in a night of dinner and world-class classical music, or go shopping?
If you are an A number 1 dad like Bruce, you spend your special day making memories with your kid. Enough of museums, palaces, and cathedrals. After two weeks in Europe, and more high culture than we can swallow, it was high time we went to the circus.
Circus Roncalli happened to be on tour through Europe when we rolled into Salzburg, and instead of visiting museums and cathedrals on our one full day in the city, we splurged on circus tickets and made an afternoon of it. We started with refreshments in an old-fashioned railroad dining car (the circus still prefers to travel by rail), then moved into the big top where we sweated in the afternoon heat and bought souvenirs, waiting for the performance to begin.
Circus Roncalli is a small, one-ring circus performed in a big-top tent, just like in the old days. There are no lions or tigers, no bicycling bears, and no trapeze artists, just clowns, acrobats, strong men, strong women, and horses, lots of horses. Vivi could hardly stand the wait, and Bruce and I kept our expectations low. Ultimately, we were all satisfied by this little circus. The assortment of black Friesan horses and smaller Arabians performed amazing displays of high-speed choreography, the clowns kept Vivian and the entire audience laughing, and the traditional acrobatics and feats of strength kept me and Bruce on the edge of our seats.