He nods and takes off for a small book store crammed between a souvenir shop and a cafe. "I suppose it could be argued that way. I would say the beaches here are safer. Less worry about getting ate by sharks," he chuckles, which might sound like it carries humor to her. He doesn't feel it. He looks to her as they get close to the shop. "Have you ever seen the black sand beach? I've always wanted to go there but never got the chance." He's being completely honest, a rarity that not too many people get the privelage of. "Oh, what made you want to go into that?" His father had taught him some social manners after all. Let the lady know you're listening to her. He stops in front of the store, gently tapping on a wall. "Libros carries most of the college's books at a cheaper price, along with most of the best sellers here in Spain and quite a few old  classics as well."