I remember several months ago, worrying about a certain 14-year-old and his resistance to this trip. A well-thought-out and -articulated resistance, but still.
Last night, the same guy got on his skateboard and led us on a tour of some of his newly-discovered favorite tapas places in Seville.
He took care of the navigation, ordering, and guiding us home. A great time had by all, maybe our favorite so far.
Phoebe and her kabab.
That’s a chorizo and roquefort sandwich that Coco is ogling.