Charolette and I had frolicked in Sevilla the previous August, however, with Leo in tow we felt like bona-fide Sevillanos. He possessed the natural ability to cement us into our tiled surroundings as he led us from one tiny spot to another. Each stop, we would sip sangria or cervezas while shuffling down small bites of chorizo, olives, and other delicacies he took pride in. “Only here can you find something as beautiful as this. Perfection,” his mouth kissed his fingertips.