Traveling with a six year old is not for the weak. The food drama alone is a nightmare, and my child is a notoriously good eater. Last night he ate an entire medium pizza, uninterrupted, without making a sound. Two nights ago that same pizza was “too spicy” and he threw a fit.
I'm entirely aware these problems are not unique to my family, but still…
In any event I'm hot and sweaty and full of tapas and good wine and all is well at the moment. Feels very far away to be honest, however fleeting. Makes me realize there’s another way to live, regardless of geography or circumstance.
There's a warmth here, to this place, a quality of light, a haze in the air, and the croquettes are to die for…