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Instead of a safari in Africa, my husband and I decided to take a short trip to Barcelona, Spain. We also decided to make it an anniversary trip. We've been married four years today.

We arrived in Barcelona and immediately purchased a 5 day metro travel card. This is the only way to travel. Believe me, we saved money by using the unlimited metro usage on the Barcelona Card over pay as you ride tickets.

Anyway, we spent some time on the beach. There was a little puppy romping around in the sand having the time of her life. Unfortunately, her person was missing (or so I thought). She was the sweetest little pup who amazingly discovered that I am the world's biggest dog lover and she became my best friend. Even more amazing, she turned out to be a miniature schnauzer (my personal favorite breed). I asked several folks, "Es tu perro?" My husband wanted me to leave the dog alone, but there was no way on God's green earth that I was going to leave this precious little doggy alone on the beach.

I decided that I would take her to a vet practice that was a few blocks away by way of a McDonald's cheeseburger. I invited the little doggy along and she gladly agreed to jump into my arms. Off to McDonald's. As I was leaving the boardwalk, I heard a person shout out to me. I turned around and saw an older man (who was flying a kite) beckon to me. Apparently, the little doggy was his.

He spoke no English and I spoke just enough Spanish to explain to him that I was very thankful to have found him. He pointed out the dog's tag which had her name, Gresy, and a telephone number. I acknowledged the tag and explained that I was taking her to McDonald's and would have used the telephone. We embraced and rejoiced that we had found each other. I told him how wonderful the puppy was (she was only a few months old) and he told me I was "muy guapa."

After that adventure, my husband and I visited the Bullfight arena. Bullfighting season doesn't start until April 7th, so we didn't watch any bulls die. I don't know if I could have watched that anyway. I think I could have watched the fighting, but I know I would have to turn away and the fatal moment.

Spain is also where the flamenco Dancers do their thing. Naturally, I insisted my husband, the greatest man to walk the planet, enjoy the experience.

If fish is your choice for a meal, then Spain is the place to go, especially a port city like Barcelona. Fish soup, fish salad, fish fillets, fish empanadas, fish doughnuts, and even fish pizza. Of course, there is the fish paella. Since fish isn't my favorite, I ate lots of spaghetti. We also drank our fair share of sangria.

The whole experience was wonderful. So nice, that I decided that we would travel to a new place for our anniversary each year. My fantastic husband agreed. Because Africa is a big, big deal for me, I decided and he agreed that we would do that trip for our 10 year anniversary.