I love it when our Lonely Planet Travel guide says; “get lost in the maze of Gothic cobbled stone streets”, “Wander the Balixa neighborhood”, “Discover the historic heart of the Old City”, “Celebrate the night life in places you’ve never been”. I’m here to tell you “getting lost” actually means; really lost. Not knowing where you are, not knowing where you have been, and not knowing where you are going.  And if you are really unlucky you are dragging your suitcase, and it’s getting dark outside. The sound of Barcelona, Lisbon, Seville… bump, bump, bump, crunch crunch, crunch, snap, snap snap, the sound of suitcases rolling, the sound of feet on stone, the sound of maps folding shut. Ha ha, it usually works out thanks to the millions of locals who are more than happy to give directions in a language you don’t understand. That is the sound of travel.