Twenty years ago, Ash and I were married in San Francisco's City Hall on the date of the Chinese New Year. Every year and anniversary has been special but the 20th has some more gravitas to it. To celebrate, I secretly planned a weekend trip to Barcelona. The boys had sleepovers arranged and, on Friday evening, Ash thought that we were driving to a restaurant on the outskirts of Belgrade. Even as we drove towards the airport, she still thought that we were just going there for some special surprise. The idea of a flight never crossed her mind. To keep the suspense high, I didn't reveal the destination until we arrived at the gate: Barcelona.
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