One day in February...

...a little Spencer happened to pop through my neighborhood. I kidnapped him at the bus station and forced him to go to the mountains with me. He fought at first, but eventually gave in to my devious persuasion.
Basically, we had one of those magical afternoons when, after finding yourself in a beautiful valley in the Alpujarra, on the trail between white-washed, storybook towns, you look at each other and say, "Are we really here? How did this all happen, anyway? Places like this actually exist. Joder."
Mind you, Spencer and I had spent a month together with 17 teenagers in Ecuador, which doesn´t technically count as travelling. More like exotic baby-sitting. But we knew from the start that we would travel well together, and so Spain was the start of our future travels. I convinced him within about 47 minutes to lengthen his trip and come with me and Kate to Portugal.