Welcome back to Spain, little one. The plane ride was rather chaotic for the first 45 minutes, but once Diego fell asleep, he stayed asleep. My fiancée arranges large-scale trips for students for a living, very complex work involving coordination with a number of faculty, vendors and administration. Such experience is key to arranging trips with a fifteen month-old child and this was a perfectly selected flight. At the time this was snapped, Diego and I were waiting for the rental car, his morning leche in his cup holder, his eyes bright with discovery and morning sun. And how about those curls! More and more I see resemblance between me as a child and this little dude. Fascinating because at first I honestly did not see more than the subtlest hint of myself in him!
