Back from Barcelona, my friends, and tons of things to show you. But while I organize my pictures, please ooh and ahh over this little girl washing salad. My God, seeing pictures like this reminds me of why I stay up until midnight painting railings for this job.
Please note that the salad-washing was purely voluntary. This kid was incredible in the kitchen… she used the potato-dicing machine like a pro. She used to appear every night just as we were starting to get dinner ready to ask if there was anything she could do to help. When there wasn’t, we created jobs for her.
What I’m trying to say is, she wanted to wash the salad. Really. We do not force children to do manual labor here. Unless we REALLY don’t want to do it ourselves.
Kidding. Mostly.
Hasta mañana!