Its 1992 and as a 17 year old foreign exchange student from New Mexico, I had the good fortune of being hosted by a loving and generous Spanish family along the Costa del Sol in the region of Valencia. There, I was immersed in the local culture and perfecting my Spanish among several delightful young ladies as we were all coming of age. We shared cross-cultural experiences as we spent our long, warm Summer days soaking up the sun, frolicking in the salt water waves, running local errands for my host mother or sometimes longer, farther day trips to larger, nearby cities. All the while, my host mother often prepared and sent me off with a fresh Tortilla Espanola en Bocadillo in my backpack. She was very generous with her time for me. I ‘knew’ that she wrapped this meal with own protective host motherly love. This bocadillo was a welcomed meal especially on days when I was homesick. It resembled a meal my own mother made for breakfast – scrambled eggs with lots of onion. Simple? Absolutely. However, the stories that were shared with me and associated with my grandmother and my own mother’s and youth growing up and working on an onion farm in Colorado. My current home. This basic recipe has evolved and for me, especially following my Spain experiences and positive associations, it has taken on a new dimension. As a parent myself, I prepare these for my family for our family road trips. Symbolically, the Tortilla Espanola en Bocadillo represents an intergenerational and cross-cultural connection that embodies simplicity, budding freedom in traveling with lots of exciting adventures.