Wait...Are those BOOBS?

 I knew George the moment I stepped off the bus.

"George!"  I cried and ran over to hug him.  "I knew you'd be here!  I knew it!"  I said.

"Well," he replied, a bit of a New York accent coming through, "there are only two busses a day, and I figured you'd be on either this bus or the next one.  I thought I'd just walk down to meet you and show you to your hotel."

And there he was...George...my family, here in Spain, looking ever so much like my dad, full of stories and memories, a familiar face even though we'd never met.  George!

I felt already like I've known him all my life.

Introductions all around, and we walked to our hotel about 3 blocks from the bus station.  The sky was blue, and it was warm outside, and there before our eyes was THE BEACH!  We checked in to our hotel, and Paquita, the owner, showed us our apartment.  It's not fancy, but it will do the job.  Three bedrooms, kitchen, living room/dining room and bath for 120 euros a night just a couple of blocks from the Mediterranean Sea.  Not bad!

George insisted he treat us to lunch, and we were starving, so we headed into town to eat.  First we went down by the beach and had a soft drink.  George told us a little about himself and we told him about our trip so far.

We found a great spot for lunch right on the Ramblas, the main pedestrian road through town.  The food was delicious, and the company even better!  George is so easy to talk to, and so familiar!  I don't know what I expected, but he speaks perfect English (could be the fact that he lived in New York City for the first 50 years of his life!)  We had a great time just sitting in the shade, eating and drinking.  I could have sat there all day talking, but the girls wanted to go the beach, so I walked down with them to see what it was like.

The Ramblas

The SFG Beach

It was warm out, and the girls had waited so long to get here that they were really anxious to go swimming.  "PLEEEAASEE, Mom!  I just want to go to the beach!"  I could so remember how they felt, being on vacation, seeing the sand and the sea, and not being able to go play.  After 2 weeks of rain, cold, castles, and churches, I knew they needed a break.

"Okay," I replied, "let's go check it out, and then you can get your suits on."

"YES!" the cried in unison and took off running.

As we got closer to the sunbathers, the girls slowed down.

"Ewww," Claire whispered.  "Look at that man in the speedos!  They are really tiny!"

I glanced over to where she was looking just in time to hear her say,

"Wait...Are those BOOBS?  Oh my gosh, Mom!  Is that a lady with no top on???"

"Oh gross!" replied Emily, as the person in question sat up to put on more sunscreen and there was no longer any question.

Yep.  Those were boobs.  And then we looked around.  Those were not the only pair we saw.

"Oh my," Claire said, "Kyle's gonna love this!"

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