…Spain. I went there when I was fifteen on a class exchange trip. I don’t speak the language and I’d never traveled out the country before, but I just decided I wanted to go. So I did. And fell in love. Sometimes I can still smell the city in the morning. Sometimes I dream about it as vividly as if I was there only yesterday. The language barrier didn’t matter. People thought I was Spanish. It felt like going home. I’ll go again one day.