A Chilly Burst of Air

Well, it has officially gotten cold. As I stepped off the Madrid bus I noticed a different type of chill in the air. By the next morning, snow had arrived in the majority of Spain, and while Granada was left unscathed, the bitter wind has blown all the way south into Andalucia.

So, as I waved goodbye to my mom, leaving her in Madrid for the night, I also, unknowingly waved goodbye to autumn. So, here I am, alone, the winter of my trip coinciding perfectly with the actual frost of December.

I have sixteen days until I leave Spain, eleven until I leave Granada. And I finally, after three months, I went to Madrid, the capital, and left Andalucia.

Madrid, the city of lights, of endless nights, of art museums and international people. Half of the metro was foreign, and half of those foreigners were speaking english. The streets were filled all the time, bustling and buzzing with end of November swarms that in America would be directly connected to Thanksgiving, but in Spain, just means another crazy night.

We spent out days in Museusm, eight hours in the Prado, four in the Reina Sofia. Each room unveiling more pieces that I never thought I would ever see, each work enough to define an entire collection. It was overload, but in the most pleasant of ways, a sensory explosion that left me in a state of malaise upon exit.

Madrid was amazing, the food normal, of classic Spanish level, with lots of potatos, eggs, jamon and cheap cheap wine, and my partner in crime, my mommy, was awesome.

I miss you all,
I love you all,
Sincerely,
Me