My neighbor just told me that she came by this morning for a package and Tin squealed when he saw her and gave her a kiss. It was her day. All throughout Spain everyone kept vying for Tin’s attention and when he would deem to give it to one, we’d say it was her day or his day. I’ve compared traveling with him to escorting the Dalai Lama around, but that is what it felt like. Meanwhile, here is a cute shot of him with some of the Spanish women oogling and ogling over him:
