Perhaps one of the biggest mistakes I commonly make is being too loose-lipped about my decisions, particularly about decisions that aren't etched in stone. A little voice in the back of my brain told me not to let slip the recent decision (read: made yesterday) to move to Spain but there I was, barreling down 696 toward flamenco class with my teacher at the helm telling her how we had decided to make the move. I couldn't help but delight in her excitement and I tried, with near futility, to remember everything she was recommending to me. One of the greatest recommendations she had, however, was that we live in Barcelona. She said that there I could still get a good flamenco education but we would be in a city center and we would be on the pulse of all that is creative in Spain.

Barcelona, will you have us?