Our journey was approaching its final stage and we could feel it in our bones. We arrived in Barcelona on a Thursday after a long day on the road. Fatigue had taken control of our bodies, but a burning desire to make the most of our last stop dissipated any hint of collective weariness. We still had three days of adventure ahead of us! Barcelona stood before us majestic, just as it always does: good weather, a general hullabaloo everywhere, neighborhoods teeming with activity and the Mediterranean, finally, making its appearance on our travel log.  After one day of commiserating with friends, we pulled out our markers and drew up one of our posters with a by-now familiar message. On this occasion, we chose Plaza Macba to publicize our desire to live Barcelona. The seemingly endless array of skaters that congregate in this square daily delighted us with their gravity-defying leaps and showmanship. Not only did they provide us with entertainment, but also more than one close call, making this “sit” the most thrilling one to date. It was here that we received a healthy smattering of smiles from Barcelonans passing by and an equally salubrious share of good advice. But the master plan was suggested by Guillen and Laura, who informed us that that very night Monjtuic (known as the “the magic mountain” of Barcelona) would be experiencing its most special night of the year, with all sorts of activities scheduled up and down the mountain. Not only were our new acquaintances kind enough to tell us, but they invited us to join them and other friends to experience it. We readily accepted! Things kicked off at Laura’s house, where assorted mates joined in to prepare potato omelets to savor later that evening. Rumba concerts, Brazilian rhythms and Capoheira gym-dance exhibitions were among the night’s entertainment fare. Words of gratitude are forwarded to Guillen, Laura and all their pals for the convivial hospitality shown. Once again, our sense of being Exper...