A haunting and exquisitely written tale about love, sacrifice, and how the road not taken sometimes takes you instead.
For their tenth wedding anniversary Daniel had arranged for them to spend a weekend in Barcelona, hoping to surprise Isla both with the fact that he had remembered at all and with a reminder of their honeymoon, which had also been spent in Barcelona. The idea struck him a few weeks before the actual date and it immediately felt like an important thing to do.
In order to arrange accommodation at such short notice - it was the weekend of a crucial Barca v Real derby game and the hotels were full - it had been necessary to contact an old friend of Isla's, Josep, who lived in the city, and who Daniel had met once or twice in London, and who had, on those one or two occasions, said that if they ever wanted to visit they should let him know and they could stay in his apartment, which was near the centre, while he would vacate and stay with friends for the duration of their trip. Daniel would rather not have done this - Josep and Isla had had a fling once, years ago, when they were students, long before he and Isla had met - but he could think of no alternative if the trip was to come off as he had imagined it.
