Go Spain

So there we are, walking down the cobblestone streets of Toledo after lunch, some of us napping on the road, when we hear the entire city erupt in cheering and loud shouts of "Gol!" David Villa had just scored the winning goal in the last minutes of the game against Sweden to put Spain up 2-0 in the first round of the 2008 Eurocopa. There is something beautiful about the communitarian feeling that you detect on the streets of Spain during an international soccer event. Everyone is happy now. (Happy until the team blows it again in the quarterfinals.)

Towards the end of our walk we sat down on a bench next to the cathedral to watch the people walk by. Benny sat in his father's lap and worked on the end of a very crusty baguette. We saw at least three wedding parties, one of which emerged from the cathedral. Spaniards really dress up for weddings.

It's slightly overcast, so it's not as hot as we expected. Now we are back in our little apartment, all sitting around in our underwear enjoying the light breeze coming through the window and thinking about what to make for dinner.

Ms. A just brought me a beer and a little bowl of Spanish olives. Life is good.

Tomorrow is father's day!


Benny and the crusty baguette, after dinner.