As most of you already know, my dad came into town from the States because his mother (my grandmother) was very sick and she ultimately passed away last week while we were in Zaragoza. We'll all miss you very much, yaya.On a lighter note, this is what happens when you put three and 1/2 Spaniards (Paco, Pepe, Dad, and me) in a breakfast café on Sunday morning and they find out that the churros have been already consumed by the entire town of Zaragoza (and it´s only 10AM in the morning). And now, for the 3 1/2 Spaniards to unite to take a photo is nearly impossible because of the overwhelming chaos that ensues by not being able to eat chocolate con churros as expected... and a "croissant a la plancha" just doesn´t cut it.
There we go... see how much working taking photos for this blog really is?
