Their Place

How many mornings have they walked this narrow street together as Barcelona comes to life all around them?

They are in awe of all they see. They respect the history. The stone walls have their own aura. The energy of the ages vibrates in waves from one side of the road to the other.

They are humbled to know they are only the latest, not the first and not the last to call this city their own. They hold hands for their own reasons, but also because the touch confirms for them that this is not just a dream. They are really here and this time is theirs. For now the city belongs to them though everyone they pass has their own Barcelona.