"Besides!!" I wrote in a much-exclamation-punctuated message to my best friend, ‘Peter and I would have been celebrating our nine-year anniversary (!), but we’re celebrating 22 years (!!!) of friendship and I think that marks a special occasion too!" It was meant to be an anniversary trip for me and my husband but, two days before our romantic getaway, our beloved dog got sick, and one of us had to stay home. There was a brief, heady moment for my husband when he thought he might just be the one having long naps and a lot of pizza in the sunshine by himself. Then we realised that, since I was the one writing about it in a newspaper, I would probably have to go.
So, I invited my best mate for the most romantic holiday of my life. The last time Levia and I went on holiday was almost two decades ago. We went to Barcelona, stayed in a mixed dorm room next to the Sagrada Familia and stopped for a sangria on every corner culminating with an extremely fun night in a basement bar on Las Rambla with two impossibly good-looking Argentinians.
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