Tonight, we went out for dinner at this nice tapas place which had happy hour and we devoured an entire wheel of Camembert cheese which I didn't think was a big deal. Liz told me later that I should just have a stick of butter instead. Oh well, it was good.
During dinner, we met some Americans who were sitting at the table right next to us. After about five minutes of conversing so that everyone on the beach could hear us, we decided to invite them to our table. I don't have a picture of all four of us, but here are a couple of pictures of them and us that night.
It was good to meet some people from the US and one was even from Encitas, close to where I grew up in San Diego. It's funny how small the world becomes as you travel through it. Anyway, it was a good night of laughs (I won't forget the pole dancing story for a while) and hearts (the card game in which Liz kicked all of our asses).
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