La Tata
Our friends’ second mother and nanny passed yesterday. She took Tin under her wing when we first arrived in Zahara de los Atunes almost five years ago. Her love of children was self-evident in the way she spoiled him and he adored her. Every summer for four years, we’d walk down the narrow street calling “Tata, Tata” as we approached her open window. She’d have the cookies ready – Galletas Maria – and she would dote on Tin and fuss at us if we did not give into his every whim.
La Tata was a force who oversaw the conception and evolution of a family.
And now, she’s transitioned into another realm.
You left an indelible mark on our hearts, Tata, you will be missed and never forgotten.
We love you Tata – vaya con Dios.