This weekend we made the hour journey to Bilbao. To see tennis. So happy. 

It didn't occur to me that professional tennis matches are really, really quiet until I walked in with my almost-three-year-old. Oops. Fortunately I have raised her right. The only peeps I heard out of her were "Where is Novak Djokovic?" and an overly enthusiastic rendition of "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry.

Not kidding.

But we did get to see David Ferrer lose to Tommy Robredo and Nicolas Almagro beat Philip Kohlschreiber. No Rafa v. Fed, and not really food related, unless you count the delicious aperitivos mexicanos we snacked on...but ILOVETENNISSOTHERE!