It was around 11:30 am by the time I met Grandpa and his posse down in the garden restaurant located downstairs.
The staff led us to a table off to the side so we could have some peace and quiet.
Today, he was accompanied by Abe and another gentleman I had yet to meet.
He was tall and swarthy, with tight black curls hanging in ringlets down his back and shoulders. His eyes were a warm brown and the planes of his face were sharp and distinguished. His manners, impeccable.
He wore a brown tweed jacket and dark pants. On his feet were a pair of equipped canvas Vans, which meant he was a windsurfer just like the twins, although with their style of skating, they preferred the Converse high tops for the more risky air bending techniques.
"So, this is the legendary Warrior Queen Nanael of the Freedom Fighters," the man said.
