For the first time in three weeks, I wasn’t tour guide – that was Dad’s job. Having landed in Brussels the day before, he’d had a whole morning to familiarize himself with the half-mile radius surrounding Central Station. In that time, he’d memorized exactly the route to take from the train station to his hotel…

Our last day in Barcelona was our easiest yet. We checked out at 11am and had our bags with us so weren’t trying to hit one last Gaudi house or tourist attraction. We stopped in at a restaurant at the marina for a coffee, killing time in outrageous fashion, then moved on down to the…