Our return to Barcelona is more tumultuous than our trip to Paris. There are more photographers at the airport, on the streets and even at the entrance to Valentina’s building. They know where we had gone and ask about our trip and if we are engaged. We choose to remain silent. It is already 5 p.m. when I enter the apartment and my flight is due at 7 p.m.

Hunter leaves me at home to finish organising, packing my things and saying goodbye to the girls, since Katrina and Joanna will only be leaving a week later. When I finish tidying up, we make some spiced tea for my farewell....