When Sara and Daniel were about five and three we lived in Zarauz for a year. Zarauz is a pretty, small, coastal town, about ten minutes from San Sebastian. We lived in a small apartment with no heat or oven. (Didn´t miss the heat as much as the baking...) When the weather turned warmer, my friends and I would take all our children down to the beach after school. Once there, the children took their uniforms off and started splashing around in their underwear, while the mothers sat along a wall watching, gossiping and eating the children´s after school snacks. It felt like a scene from an Italian film (...or a Spanish film...). I remember often thinking at the time that, "it doesn´t get much better than this..."
