Judging Things

The street terrace where we were enjoying a post lunch drink was so close to home I could hear the birds from our patio.

'Do you think my dad would have liked your book?', I asked Bb.

'He'd have loved it', he replied instantly, looking up from La Vanguardia newspaper. 'Enough facts to engage his intellect and enough beauty to capture his heart'.

I sat back and breathed in deeply, feeling my menu del dia nourish my body and Bb's words and memories of my dad nourish my soul.