It is cold here. Winter cold. A nip in the air, a chill in the bones. And I'm sure it is here to stay. This realization made my mind wander to warmth. I thought of Spain, of Barcelona. Here is a picture of me in Park Guell. Bryce and I walked all over Barcelona that day. And it was hot, really hot. The park was up on a hill. It was incredible. The detailed mosaics, so colorful and full of life. A perfect fantasy on a chilly Luxembourgish night.