Shana's in charge now. Pass the buck. Here she is strutting around southern Spain in Granada, sightseeing, dancing, eating, shopping, figuring out how to get around all by herself. Shawn and I are heading over tomorrow to check in on her. We arrive around 8am on Thursday and she can't meet us until school's over. She said, "Will you guys be alright? What will you do until I get there?"
Forgetting, I guess, who used to be the family tour guide.
So, next up. Madrid.
And Toledo, too. Cervantes, Picasso, El Greco, The Prado, tapas, sangria and the whole gang back together again.
Come on, Shana, show us the way.
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