We invited some friends over last night to show off introduce my daughter Sybil, who has traveled across nine time zones to visit with her father on Father’s Day this year. There was plenty of cava, Louise’s magic chicken pie, and a $30 orange cake that lasted barely five minutes before the celebrants reduced it to crumbs.

Our friend Steve Brown traveled by bus from Celrà. Moira Cannon commuted from Migdia. Luisa and Gerard Stutje drove fifty minutes from Blanes, and Jeanette Breetvelt and Vincens Ripoll interrupted a visit from her parents – who had come from Holland – to meet Sybil and wish her their best. In typical Spanish fashion, the party was comprised of 90% laughter, and lasted until almost midnight.

Welcome to España, Sybil. Your father loves you dearly!