Well, I’ve officially made it! Spain. Ever since I was little, and laid eyes on a picture of Gaudi’s unfinished Sagrada Familia Cathedral, I’ve wanted to travel to Spain. I imagined smoky cafes brimming with savvy tourists and robust Spanish locals bantering back and forth about football scores while sipping away at steaming cups of mezcla. So far, even with a few hiccups, the city itself has presented itself in all its splendor, and I’ve been officially seduced. But first, the hiccups. The journey from the airport was interesting. There was only one working ATM in the entire airport, because we landed without a stitch of local currency, we fell victim…