Spain Dad, a baby blog

I stopped by the bread shop on Tuesday and told everyone it was my birthday. I’m 29. Everyone cheered, Erica gave me kisses, and Cristina said, “Wait, I’ve got something for you!” She ducked behind the counter and reappeared with a handful of candy bars and suckers. “Here,” she said. “They’re for Alleke.” I left [...]

This is the second post in a two part series about Alleke’s friend Erica from the bread shop down the street. Read the first part here. Erica wasn’t a babysitter. She wasn’t a close friend either. She was the woman who worked at the bread shop and played with Alleke when we came in to [...]

This story is part of a series about Alleke’s friends at the bread shop down the street. This morning I ran into Erica on the street. She was dressed in her normal clothes, not her uniform from the bread shop. “I just got off work,” she said, anticipating my first question. “I’m just running home [...]