We arrived in Barcelona that night a day before our dinner invitation. We had four big trunks just enough for our trip.

I jumped in the bed and laid by Camila's side and watched a movie until we fall asleep.

The next day, I brought my camera, and we strolled around the streets of beautiful Barcelona. A churro vendor passed by us so we got some for breakfast. I was wearing a white Cuban collared shirt with a pair of khaki pants, and brown suede driving shoes, and aviator sunglasses, perfect for a summer day. While Camila was wearing her beautiful white linen sundress and a wide brimmed hat. I took a lot of photos of her appreciating the beauty of our surroundings. It was a good thing the camera I brought with us has a timer, so we were still able to have pictures together even if we were traveling alone.

She looked so beautiful with her hair down, eyes looked like a cat's and her lips red as the berries that we had the night before. We had lunch in a bistro near the Sagrada Familia church that looked stunning. It was still not done since it began its construction in 1882. Then strolled around the streets of the beautiful city while I was trying my best to read a map I can't understand.

It was two in the afternoon when we arrived in our hotel, just perfect for a little nap before our dinner with our friends.

Camila drew a bath and soaked herself in. Then she wrapped herself with the hotel robe, stood by the bathroom door, her fingers gestured that I should join. I took my shirt off immediately and joined her.

That evening, we arrived in the Cabrera's residence just in time. They were friends of Camila's family. After dinner, Camila's friend Irina insisted that Camila should join her dance the flamenco and so she did. It was my first time to see her dance it. The night started with delicious tapas as we watched them danced as the sun set over the vineyard horizon.

Irina played some jazz music in the background when everyone was finished having dinner. All of her friends were dancing to romantic jazz music by the balcony with a view of a vineyard, I stared at Camila's beautiful face and smiled realizing how lucky am I with this girl. I took my camera out again and shot a picture. She looked so pretty in her rose printed red dress.

I stood up and asked for her hand to dance. Doris Day's Dream a Little Dream of Me started to play as we slow danced under the yellow lights and the moonlight. I looked into her eyes and realized how she still makes my heart skip a beat even though we're married for five years now.

"We haven't done this in a long time Camila" I said.

"Well we haven't got the time. We were both busy." She replied.

"I am glad that we have each other once again." She added, then she leaned on my chest.

"You hear that?" I asked her.

"You still make my heart beat like that even though we're married for almost five years." I said.

Four hours, and twenty-five bottles of wine after, the party was over. I am a little dizzy and tipsy after the party.

The next day, I wasn't able to get up from my bed. Camila left me a note that she's downstairs by the restaurant to have breakfast. My head was feeling too heavy and dizzy from last night's drinks. I think that coffee, and good breakfast could fix this up.

I gazed over the next table in front of us. I asked Camila to look at them too.

"What kind of people sit in front of each other, eat their meals, and that's just it. They don't even talk to each other." She asked me. Then I glanced over the couple in front of our table. They looked like they're in their 40's.

"Married people. They looked like they spent years together." I asked.

"Will we be like that, my love?" She asked.

"No! I don't think so. We always have something to talk about." I said. As I take a sip of coffee and sliced the sausage on my plate.

We both laughed. Realizing that we'll just be like that in a few more years.

That night, we took the overnight train to Provence and started our nine-hour journey. Everything outside the windows were pitch-black so Camila and I talked all evening until we fell asleep.

I woke up at dawn and saw the majestic view of Southern France and the Mediterranean Sea. I woke Camila up to share this view with her. We were both in awe upon seeing it for the first time together.

We went to the restaurant coach to have breakfast before we start our Summer Trip to Provence. As always I've had my usual hot macchiato while Camila had a cup of black Ceylon tea. Camila's taste buds are much more adventurous than mine.

"Don't you miss the smell of fried rice in the morning in Manila like we used to have?" She asked me.

"Yes I do! I miss it with garlic sausage and spiced vinegar." I replied.

"I miss home, Pancho. I can't wait to eat that again. We've been eating like this for the past five years." She said.

"Bread, potatoes, sausages, scones. It's all the same." I added, then laughed.

She smiled in agreement. A racist middle aged white man stared at us in a bad way. He may be wondering why we're here eating breakfast with him. Welcome to France, indeed.