“Well, we have a solution for that,” and taking out a package that was sitting in the back seat, he put it into my hand.
“What’s this?” I asked. “You haven’t brought me a gift have you? There was no need, thank you.”
“Open it man! It won’t bite you,” Tono told me smiling.
I opened it and there in my hands was a very appetizing mackerel sandwich.
“Damn! It looks delicious!” I said. “This is clearly from Grandma; it smells so good!”
“Of course, she gave it to us and said, ‘Surely he hasn’t eaten properly since he left, who knows what exactly they have to eat over there, take it and give it to him,’ and although we told her that she could give it to you herself when you went to see her, there was no way she was going to let us leave it behind,” Carlitos was telling me as serious as I rem
