On the subway.
And then I found her, and we walked back our hotel.
She smiled mischievously and said,
“What is your mother going to say when I tell her you lost me?”
“Grandma,” I whined. “Be sure to tell her I found you.”
And then we ate ice cream.
When we traveled together, a lot of our days ended with ice cream.
* image is from Wikimedia Commons (a subway entrance in Budapest)