In the 15 years that my husband and I have been traveling together, since our month-long European backpacking adventure after our college graduation, Spain had always remained the elusive destination that we both kept high on our wish lists. I don’t know why it took us so long to get there. I suppose it’s because, like many travelers do, we try to keep an element of practicality to our travel choices: The flights to this place are cheap! The dollar is strong in that place! We can stay with friends here! I guess Spain was just never that easy for us to get to. Until we moved to London. Suddenly, Spain was only a couple hours away by plane and flights could be had for real cheap on small, budget airlines. So, this year, we both chose to celebrate our birthdays in Spain. My husband had always dreamed of visiting the Basque country, an autonomous community that comprises several major cities and which, with its own culture and language, truly feels like a country separate from the rest of Spain. For me, Barcelona was the dream; specifically, anything and everything Gaudí-related. I’ll cover the former in this blog post (part 1) and the latter in the next (part 2).
