When I was 18 my amazing wanderlust soul-filled grandfather took me on his last trip overseas to the beautiful land we call España. I took a seaplane over to the giant island of Mallorca where I buried my feet in the white sand and explored the cliffs filled with magic & fed all the stray cats. I flew back to land and stayed in the mystical city of Barcelona where I sipped sangria along the Las Ramblas & discovered architechtual geniuses like Gaudi. This trip was one that still holds a very heavy place in my heart, as this world across the sea meant everything to my beloved grandfather. I cannot wait to return to this sacred land.
