Teddy and I went to Barcelona to check out the progress on the Sagrada Familia and to search for inspiration. We went to the top of the towers and froze with fear as we went down the winding staircases. But when Teddy saw the beautiful fat silks and elaborate fans he was completely lost. He could not tear himself away from the tiny shops in the old town centre. At the flee market he persuaded me to buy a set of old iron tools for making silk flowers. Going back home to Denmark was an unplanned exploit. Due to the volcanic ashes from Iceland we had to make do with the means of transportation we could find. We spend 33 hours going by bus. At such times it is good to be accompanied by a cheerful friend like Teddy.