When Steve left his home in California to travel in Europe in June 2001, little did he know that he would meet the woman he wanted to spend his life with. “I’d gone with my friend and my brother to Barcelona,” says Steve. When they arrived, they went to a tourist kiosk to inquire about accommodation and were directed to a small hotel in El Born district.
“We’d asked for a crappy hotel near the beach and we got a crappy hotel that was quite far from the beach,” he says, laughing. They did, however, find a nice restaurant. “We went there for lunch the next day and that’s when I saw Maite for the first time,” he says. “I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend, but I knew the moment I saw her that I was going to marry her.”
