I lived in Rota, Spain until I was about 5 years old.
My family and I attended church on Sundays which was located in this huge building that kind of resembled a warehouse.
A few times, I remember smelling freshly cooked bread! Turns out there was a bakery right next door to our church!
The scent was so wonderful and I can still smell it now as I’m writing this! Unfortunately, I don’t remember us ever buying anything from the bakery for some reason! That’s a bummer right?! Ugh!
Just thought I’d share this little story with you all! =)