You could think of plenty things that were better than going on vacation to Italy with your parents as an eighteen year old girl. Your family went to the same campsite for years now, always booking a holiday home instead of taking a camper. This year, you made a compromise with your parents: You would come with them one last time and therefore, they will stop asking you if you have a boyfriend yet as you can't possibly tell them that you'd rather have a girlfriend than a boyfriend. You take in the fresh breeze of the sea as you step onto the beach, wearing nothing but a tight bikini and a Barcelona jersey that your friends gifted you for your 18th birthday. #22, O.Batlle. Your favourite player (and celebrity crush). There were some beach loungers that your parents had booked, so you drop your backpack and towel onto one as you hear some giggles from behind. You turn around and almost drop all of your things. Behind you, there are four people. Ona Batlle, Aitana Bonmatí, Mapi León and Ingrid Engen. Four players for Barcelona. Holy Fuck. How would think that they would go on vacation to a campsite in Italy. Suddenly, you feel very ashamed as you are wearing Ona's jersey