So often, we visit places, and they become distant memories, far off adventures. Then, there are the other times, when they come home and stay with us, which, to me is the essence of traveling. One such place was the Joan Miro Fundacio in Barcelona in August, which inspired me to pick up a paintbrush and mess around with paints again. After so many years of rejection, the colours of what can be brought to canvas, have created fun, albeit, skill may be limited.