We had traveled to Barcelona with a motive, or motives I should say. Andrea had spent most of the trip shopping. Each year, before New Year's Eve, she would travel somewhere new and buy gifts for all of her loved ones. She didn't believe in giving ordinary gifts, nor in giving them on the ordinary holidays. This coming year, each of her dearest friends and family would be wearing, eating, drinking, hearing, or viewing something from Catalonia.
Marielle was following a letter. Marielle's grandmother had died the past Spring and had left a small, though fortunate, inheritance to her granddaughter. In her will, the grandmother had written a letter to each of the named parties. In her letter to Marielle, Marielle's grandmother had written fondly of the travels she had taken in her youth. While Marielle's grandmother had grown up in France, she had always loved to travel outside of the country. Marielle had never left the United States, and she decided on Spain.
