Did someone say tapas?

We arrived at the hotel safely to be welcomed by a huge bed and fancy decor, the boys done good again. It wasn't long before we had unpacked and ventured to Mercado San Miguel (food market) for an array of Spanish cuisine. Esther was asleep and missed out on antipasti skewers, freaky baby eels, crab, milk cod, smoked duck washed down with Sangria and red wine for the boy. She woke up to devour some paella and custard tart though. The locals found it hilarious watching a sleepy blonde baby tucking into a plate of paella. That's my girl!