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Paloma gets squeezed like Charmin before engorging ourselves.

Dude! Spanish skateboarders cruising the boardwalk. A precursor to our California trip. Awesome!

The waiter created a makeshift highchair by stacking two chairs on top of each other and adding some pillows. Voila! Eatin' like a big person.

What better way to add to the ambiance than getting serenaded to?
Entranced by the Spanish guitar.
Oh yeah....see that bit of paella just dripping off that spoon? Gimme the carbs!
Paloma celebrates her heritage with a first bite of this ricey goodness. First paella!
I regret leaving those 26 grains left to be thrown in the trash.

Oh, these guys again...

Glued.
Superglued.
Dessert to finish it off local style. Crema Catalana.
Fernando parked his tired self in our half-tent while Paloma got down and dirty in the sand.

"Cerveza, Coca-Cola, beer...Cerveza, Coca-Cola, beer...". These guys hide cold beverages in the rocks and walk around yelling out their goods, trying to make a euro or two.
Fer took Paloma for a dip in the sea.
The father-daughter dunk.
We found a mini-library at the beach. It's a little room in the sands where you can check out magazines, comics, newspapers, and novels from a wide selection. Genius!
Our little one is getting some practice walking in the sand.
I love this tiny thang.
It's common here for little girls to just wear bikini bottoms only. Paloma has a ton as gifts. We love them all! Oh, and look -- no hands!
Sweet P was pooped. We made it just in time for the futbol match. Viva España!























Pau sits patiently before he attacks his chocolate birthday cake.




Her swim teacher, Rosana, who we're hoping will be her teacher come October when swim class starts again. Sweet P was exhausted from all the laps and diving. Phew!
