Let me leisurely meander under the canted columns of a Gaudí creation in Barcelona. I could be here for days or, better yet, years. The apartments curve through the streets in a honeycomb fashion grounded to chiseled stone with floating, wrought-iron balconies.
The food was a never-ending stream of tapas, grilled prawns, and rosé.
It was hot and full of “touristas”. I didn’t care.