You see, he wasn’t always a celebrated designer. Aldo wasn’t always gifted with the eye for the near perfect olution. In the early years of his practice he struggled to get by. He found it difficiult to hold onto clients. Projects that were completed never seemed to get built in the way he had conceived them. His work failed to get recognized by publications time and time again. He was bitter rowards the design world back then, agains the whole world in general really, and it showed in his work. Slowly but surely his pipe line dried up and he was left sitting in his empty office with the phone remaining silent and no visitors popping in. He knew hee needed to do something, so he made up his mind to close up shop for a few months and to travel.
He wanted to go to Spain, he thought. Visit the Sagrada Familia, the Guggenheim, works by Calatrava, buildings by Niemeyer, the Alhambra, and the Caixa Forum. He’d go to Madrid, to Seville, to Pamplona, and Barcelona.
He was able to convince his wife to take time off from her work. She knew he had always wanted to go to Spain, of course, she did as well, and she could see how much he needed to step away from everything, how a trip abroad could do him a lot of good. Maybe it would be the reset button he needed, she thought. She was always this way, supportive, kind and caring, and willing to sacrifice anything for Aldo.
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