When I was younger we used to go to Saint Louis for Christmas to visit my mother's family. I remember those times fondly, especially now that I don't have the opportunity to spend more time with my grandparents. I remember one night in particular. We all piled in the car and we were going to ride around the neighborhood to see the streets lit up with thousands of little multi colored lights. It was that same night that I found out Santa Claus wasn't real.
Well tonight I updated my version of the classic Christmas light tour. I walked around the old Gothic District of Barcelona in the city center. It was every bit as precious as when I was a child.