Breakfast with Grandpa Pepe

This morning I just had one of the best breakfasts of my life with my brother and my grandpa Pepe. He drove by our house and picked us up in his Benz at about 9:30 AM, and he drove us to a part of the Rincón de la Victoria called El Palo, or the stick. There we got out of the car and walked over to a churrería called El Sauce (pronounced el souw-say) and sat down at an empty table. The waiter then came over and asked my grandpa what we were going to order. He ordered nine churros, three for each of us, two thick hot chocolates, for my brother and I to dip our churros in, and a coffee for Pepe to dip his churros in. About five minutes later, the waiter brought the churros and chocolate, and we began the feast. What we did was break off tiny pieces of the churro and dip it into the warm and rich hot chocolate.

Fifteen minutes later, all the churro goodness was gone, and it was time to head home. So we got back into the black Mercedes, Grandpa Pepe floored the pedal, and he drove out of El Palo, and back to our house.