We were in Seville, out wandering the hot evening streets, when we came across a little cafe. There was nothing particularly special about the place (besides the cute Spanish waitress) but we figured it was a s good a place as any. We ducked in and spent the next couple of hours just hanging out, eating tapas, drinking cerveza, and talking. Two brothers, separated for longer then they ever had been before, catching up.

It was nice. Simple. Relaxing. It was like being home again. It was like the little chats we used to have before bed when we were young and shared a room. Calming and understanding, a bond only earned through years of tears and laughs.

And this seemly ordinary moment was David’s favorite of the trip.

We saw immensely beautiful creations, visited over 5 countries together, laughed with newly made friends, and yet still; a quite table in a little cafe with his brother was his top pick. It’s touching.

A reminder that it’s not so much what you do, but who you do it with. A reminder that sometimes even the most innocent of acts are the most powerful. And a reminder that family is truly one of nature’s masterpieces.

I would have never guessed this would be David’s favorite but 5 months after the trip he told me it was. I guess that too is a reminder: It’s always the little things that we take for granted but love the most.