There’s a difference between wanting to go away and needing to go away.

I needed to go away — like needed needed. Let’s just say there was some boy drama. I’ll spare you the details.

It was spring — the season of new beginnings — and I was fully in my “new year, new me” era. You know the feeling.

But once the energy kicked in, so did the questions: Where? With whom? How?

After exhausting myself into complete mental paralysis (a specialty of mine), clarity finally showed up — in that fuzzy in-between state of sleep and waking — I literally sprang out of bed with a single, very clear thought:

Rick Steves!

And that’s how this scrapbook began.

The Backstory

Easy as Uno, Dos, Tres

Once I chose Spain, everything fell into place. A few taps on my phone and I was booked for an unforgettable journey only weeks away — just like that, my future felt different. Voilà! — oops, that’s French.

Clearly, I still had a lot to learn.

Thankfully, the Rick Steves Spain guidebook soon arrived in the mail, and my evenings were spent flipping through its pages — marking favorite restaurants and booking advance tickets to key sites, while still leaving room for spontaneity. From decision to departure, it all happened so fast.

Everything I needed was squeezed into a single carry-on and suddenly, it was happening.