Chapter 34Barcelona, Spain - 1925I have become his home.
I just realized it today. Gaudí never leaves me anymore.
For years, he came to work in the morning at his studio above the rector's house on my grounds. He left at the end of the day, trudging toward his home at Park Güell.
But lately, he has been sleeping here, on a simple iron-framed bed in his studio. He wakes in the morning and goes right to work on his models and plans, designing my future.
He is a part of me now. I am one with my creator.
Finally, I feel like things are the way they were always meant to be.
It is the culmination of our journey from the first day we met. We joined together, then grew apart—then nearly lost each other forever in the Tragic Week. In the sixteen years since, we have reached the greatest
