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…