The man named George is dancing with his mom Maria. They are visitng Madrid, Spain along with George's dad Marco, and are dnacing in the center of a plaza. It is midsummer and it is very hot, but the swing of the dance gives some breeze too cool off the sweat trickling down their faces. They are dancing to a beautiful Spanish song they do not know the name of, but they are swaying elegantly to the rhythm. The people watching are locals who dance in the plaza every Sunday when the weather is nice. They are so happy because George lives in California and his parents live in Texas so they don't see each other often. But in the summer, George got 2 weeks off from work and planned a surprise vacation for himself and his parents. They were eating dinner right before the music compelled them to get up and dance, eating paella and drinking fancywhite wine accompanied by other happy diners. The day feels timeless and George and Maria could dance together for hours. Marco watched them dance with a seemingly permanent smile on his face. As the night starts to creep and the sun begins to set, they clean up their dinner and walk around the dimly lit city. Madrid is beautiful and George, Maria, and Marco could not be happier.