I spent a big part of my teens rolling my eyes at my parents discussions about kelims, my mothers constant lighting of candles and the way my dad could spend a whole day deciding where to put up a picture. Then the same thing happened to me. And now, the biggest goal in my life is to find a little stone house in the Spanish countryside, a lemon tree and a huge bougainvillea outside. Stone walls, stone floors. A fireplace, reindeer horns, moroccan lamps, a huge old kitchentable where we'll have friends over all the time for neverending dinners, a bathtub, a garden lit with farolitas and strings of bare lightbulbs for warm evenings filled with laughter, sheepskin, my vintage birdcage, and blankets, pillows and candles all over the place. And kelims. Maybe even a couple of eye-rolling teenagers. One day.