This is Paco, protesting about having his picture taken for my blog. I´m going to take the train to the suburbs on Saturday to have lunch with his wife, Ana, and there two little girls (my little cousins!) Paco´s oldest daughter, Maria, might meet us too, and bring her kids, so it might be one big kindergarten camp. Paco promises to feed me well, so I´m looking forward to it, so long as I don´t end up on the wrong train. Before I left for Spain, I heard a story on NPR about a woman in Thailand who got on the wrong bus, and instead, ended up in Laos or some other microscopic Asian country, and couldn´t get back to meet up with her family for 25 years.
Lovely.
