‘Good morning, James,’ he said as he was leafing through the newspaper. ‘How was your journey?’
‘Very good sir. I’m delighted to see you again.’
‘I went to your room last night,’ he added as he put the newspaper on the table and came over to put his hand on my shoulder. ‘But you were fast asleep.’
‘I was tired from the journey. Pumphrey said he didn’t know what time you would return.’
My father nodded.
‘What do you want for breakfast?’
‘Bacon with sausages and eggs,’ I replied as a delicious smell wafted from the kitchen.
‘Forget about those greasy breakfasts. Things are a little different here in Spain,’ he said and then turned and addressed Pumphrey. ‘Bring the boy chocolate and churros.’
It was my first day and I had to adapt to new customs, which I had no idea if I was going to
