We strolled for about three minutes from the restaurant, and soon, I found myself on a street bursting with the life of street artists. It was siesta time in Spain, so the streets were quieter than they could have been, adding a serene backdrop to the vibrant scene unfolding before us. I squeezed Jude's hand, my senses drinking in the incredible atmosphere. Art was everywhere. Elderly artists, old enough to be my grandparents, worked with an undiminished passion that showed in the lines of their faces and the brilliance of their paintings. My heart began to race with excitement, feeling truly alive in that moment.
