Even if back in 2005 I was living in Madrid, I hadn’t seen any other place in Spain. So, when I graduated, I planned a ‘family celebration’ in Barcelona but -at the last moment- my mother couldn’t come with us. I don’t remember what happened, but since then she had kept saying that I own her a trip to Barcelona; and that’s what she got for her latest birthday! (yep, ten years later, but… better late than never!). Of course my father booked along, so now we are back at daydreaming all together with a Barcelona map spread over our table.