Overheard while folding laundry on the balcony:
Dad: Does anyone know where we are?
Little Girl: Grandma’s house!
Dad: And where is grandma’s house? Is it in Murcia?
Dad: Is it in Madrid?
Dad: Is it in Barcelona?
Dad: Well, where is grandma’s house?
Girl: In TRIANA!
Not in Sevilla, but in my neighborhood of Triana. Love this place.