The first time I heard Spain's Spanish in the Boston airport, I immediately felt back at home. What is it about this country??!
It has my heart.
I was thankful to find this Chicago beauty on the streets of Madrid... Only moments after I wandered through shops of jamon and Alimentacion with a smile I couldn't conceal. Memories of the siesta & fiesta culture flooded to mind as I watched Spain awake around 10am. Immediately I felt back at home... Madrid: my home across the pond.
Heart talks at a local cafe for hours, wandering a free museum, naps in a Retiro park... I went into this trip knowing I would make many friends of the road, but I am thankful it began with a friend of the heart.
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