Barcelona taught us slow and small,
that plans don’t need to work out at all.
With stroller turns and winding days,
we learned new rhythms, softer ways.
Through Gaudí’s dreams and mountain air,
rain-soaked walks and moments shared
and in the rush to catch each ride,
we still made it, side by side.
The foods, rituals, and small instructions passed down through the women in my family after childbirth.
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