Summer Holiday/Spain Day 4 Dinner/garden
It was well past bedtime for the twins and probably for Jill too, but I didn't want the evening to end. "Have you seen the roof garden," I asked. I had found it while I was wandering around exploring; the lift didn't go up that far but there were stairs with a small sign pointing to Jardín.
In the lift, everyone was a bit subdued; Cindy had obviously had too much wine and kicked off her shoes. The children just stood patiently waiting to see what was so special about El jardín. In fact it was sheltered space with artificial turf and some chairs and tables right up on the roof; it was dark, but the moon was full and even with no lights on, we could see easily.
I sat on a bench and Amy, or it may have been April, promptly climbed onto my lap and demanded to be taught how to kiss. Cindy was sitting on another seat and didn't seem to be bothered that her daughter was asking a strange man to teach her about kissing.
What do you do?