We can laugh about this now

As we mentioned earlier, the trek up to the Mirador de San Nicolas in the Albaicin neighborhood was a difficult one due to the winding cobblestoned streets and hundreds of steps.  Isa rode in the stroller the whole way while Camila took turns riding piggy back on mommy and walking.  When we got to a somewhat flatter street she decided to take off running and I turned to hear Dave say "don't run, you'll fall Camila!" and of course she didn't listen.  I repeated the exact same thing except in my "louder-mommy voice" and as I finished my sentence, Camila trips on the street and flies, in slow motion, like Superman with arms outstretched.  She landed on the street, on her belly, and started wailing immediately.  As we picked her up off the street and started examining for injuries, Dave notices that she had landed perfectly onto an old, dried smear of dog poop the size of a salad plate.

Poor thing, she was okay except for being mortified upon learning she landed on dog poop.  For Pete's sake kids.... listen to your parents!!

~ Ali