It’s August, therefore I’m back in my beloved Spain once more. Sant Agusti just outside Palma de Mallorca to be exact. Just around the headland from our apartment stands the King of Spain’s summer palace, Marivent.
I’ve been coming to the same place for 22 years now and nothing much changes. But this is the first fish duel with my daughter’s main squeeze. His eager looks quickly change to those of resignation and contentment and I win by two mussels and a razor clam. Life is sweet. Peace.