My grandpa had a terrace with a table on his patio. A very beautiful spot right between the garden and the living room. I recall he'd summon us to play Turista Mundial (The Mexican version of Monopoly), so we just sat there and played for hours, while drinking a soda or a hot chocolate.
Those days are so far away, yet these impressions stuck with me. I love being able to represent it somehow at my age.
