“We’re doing fine.” I decided not to tell him about the little mishap on the Segway. One thing might lead to another. “We’re on the train to Malaga. Did you try to call me last night? We were in a kind of out-of-the way restaurant.”
“Actually, no. I figured you would be busy, tired, whatever. I know you can take care of yourself. How is the weather there?”
“Sunny. But Madrid was chilly this morning.”
“Malaga will be warmer. You’ll have a great time. What are you going to do first?”
“Shop!” I exclaimed. “Then we’ll take a few tours, go to a few museums.”
“They have a great Picasso museum there. And the house where he was born is there.”
“Yes, I would like to see that. How are you doing? Are you okay? You seem a little distant.”