EpilogueBarcelona, Spain - TodayThey are the first visitors of the day. They arrive under perfect sapphire skies and wall-to-wall sunshine.
There are three of them: an old man with short, silver hair and red-framed glasses; a woman his age with red hair and bright green eyes; and a middle-aged man with sandy brown hair and a goatee.
I watch them closely. Even as other tourists arrive, my attention does not stray from these three.
The silver-haired man is especially excited. He can't keep his hands off me. The smile never leaves his face.
"I can't believe I'm finally here." His hand shakes as he touches a piece of my Nativity façade. "That we're finally here."
The woman touches his shoulder. "I'm glad we get to share it."
"Our first family vacation." The younger man says it s
