love on the beach in barcelona.

We (Bonne, Lorena, and I) went to the beach with the boys (Kent, Travis, and Joe). While we were there a man came along the beach in a jester hat. It had three plumes and three bells. 

"Do any of you guys want to buy love?" He asked. 

"YES!" I said right away. 

My compatriots groaned. 

The man was delighted to be indulged. He approached where I was sitting. 

"How much are you willing to pay?" He said. 

"Hmm." I said. I rummaged around at the bottom of my purse. 

"40 cents," I said, holding it out. 

He took the change and smiled. 

"Let me give you your gift," he said. 

"Oh no," said Joe. But I was excited for my love offering. 

"Here," the man said, pulling something from his pocket. It was a white paper heart. 

"This is yours to keep," he said, pressing it into my hand. 

"Oh BOY!" I said. "I truly have never had love so good as this."

Bonne rolled her eyes. "You are so self-DEPRICATING," she said. 

I started to ask the man who else he had sold love to, and for what price, but the incredulous stares of the boys told me that they wanted this stranger out of our midst as soon as possible. 

So I let the conversation wane, and soon the man was on his way again, his three-plumed hat bobbing off into the horizon.