I can’t believe it took me this long in life to get to Madrid. I’d always heard that it was like New York and was curious about what that meant. Well, it really is, but I can’t find the right words. So many of the similarities were familiar urban struggles and exclaiming them feels likes I’m calling out only the bad parts, but maybe it’s that the vibrant energy NY has is palpable in Madrid too and that dynamism outshines the rough edges. Yeah, I just don’t have the words, but three days of walking helped me uncover lots of little moments of magic.
European cities always have beautiful architecture, which of course I admired, but it was the people, the fun stores, the high fashion, the variety of dining options buzzing till the wee morning hours. The Christmas season was a great time to visit because the city was all dressed up. With all the time I’ve spent in Central and South America, each new visit to Spain, the colonial power uncovers more layers and deeper perspectives. Ahh travel, you really do stretch me in the most marvelous ways.
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