Summer 2015. Deep in the Spanish inland, something special is about to happen. Two people were sitting on the local terrace of Corteconcepcion. With the tapas on the table and a glass of wine in hand, they looked around. A feisty woman was reeling in the laundry, a tractor chugged past, and the other people in the bar were playing cards and joking around. The usual. The evening sun on the whitewashed walls made the whole image into something of a postcard. Hilde and Peter – both ready to leave everything behind in their homeland, Belgium – looked at each other, and they both instantly knew: “This is it, this is where it’s going to happen”.