We spent the rest of our time in the capital looking round the shops.
My mother collected Lladró porcelain figurines so, seeing a shop that seemed to sell nothing but Lladró, we checked it out.
“Don’t touch anything,” I told Sam.
“Yes, Dad,” he smirked.
Half an hour later and several thousand pesetas poorer we emerged, my aesthetics genes satisfied. I just hoped Mum didn’t already have the three clown set I’d bought.
Sam found a bakery and bought half a kilo of carquinyols, a local form of biscotti. “They’re for my dad. He likes almonds.”
I was sure Sam wouldn’t be able to resist eating them himself so I went into the shop and bought half a kilo for us to share. Hopefully that would satisfy Sam’s sweet tooth.