In 18 months my mom and I have committed to walking the Camino. That gives me 18 months, about 547 days – and counting – to get my financial shit together. I’m a terrible spender and an even worse saver. In September 2018 that needs to be revolutionised so that I can take a sabbatical (work logistics to be arranged then, don’t ask questions) and fly to Europe for two, maybe three, months. Deviating from my obsession with everything French (Paris will naturally be on the agenda), I find myself drawn to and inspired by the dusty colours and flavours of Porto, and the bold patterns and architecture of Spain. Hence, this hotel’s exquisite renovation and striking personality caught my attention.