My husband is my favorite travel partner. He lets me handle all the logistics when we travel: choosing what we’re going to do, figuring how how we’re getting there, and determining how long it will take, etc. Basically, it just means I do all the work, but I love it. If I’d been born a few decades earlier, I totally would have been a travel agent.
When we decided to visit Barcelona a few weeks ago, Matt said he wanted to be more involved in the planning this time. Although it was hard for me to let go of the responsibility, we decided he would be in charge of finding us a place to stay in Barcelona. He searched online, found a decent-looking hostel with a private room and bathroom near Las Ramblas, and booked it. At least we thought he did.