They visited the Bunkers del Carmel, a former anti-aircraft battery perched high on a hill overlooking the city.
The view was breathtaking, a panoramic vista of the entire city, from the mountains to the sea. They sat there for hours, watching the city lights twinkle to life as dusk fell, their conversation a comfortable mix of easy silence and deep, heartfelt revelations.
Mateo told her about his mother, about his dreams, about the fears that still haunted him in the dead of night. And Isabella listened, her hand in his, her presence a warm, comforting anchor in the swirling sea of his emotions.
One afternoon, they found themselves standing outside the gates of La Masia. Mateo hadn't planned on coming here, but their wanderings had led them to this familiar, yet foreign, place.
