Barcelona

There, the salt mixes with your skin and the sun braids itself into your hair; and the cocktail in your hand has a hint of history, a pinch of romance, because when you are in Spain, you must do as the Spanish do, and be flamboyant and picturesque.

You must go and see the Fountains of Montjuic, you must sunbathe on the Mar Bella beach, you must ramble down La Ramblas, and if you have never written of Paris or Venice or Florence or Rome or Lisbon or London or Amsterdam, you must still write of Barcelona, because Barcelona has that special something; she is in Spain.

Someday, I will write of all those cities, or maybe it is already too late- the Keukenhof tulips have faded in my memory, the Louvre has become a tad lustreless and Trevi's fountain seems just a candle to Spain's scorching sun. But all those are unjustifiable comparisons, unnecessary excursions into the imaginaton. The important thing is, remember, you must go to Spain, once in this lifetime.