my first weekend trip was to madrid, in january.
mainly madrid was full of my melting memories and magnificent museums, nicecream, the best sangria i've still yet to taste, and for the first time knowing why anyone (l) loves cold, grey weather, and seeing that beauty in the swirling lyrics in my head. we made the most of those shin splints.
windmills from windows, beirut in my ears.
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
optical illusions
exhausted conclusions.
i cannot count our endless cafes con leches.
we loved el azul.
museo nacional del prado, la reina sofia, y museo thyssen-bornemisza were breathtaking and overwhelming in the best way possible. even better than anything paris has to offer.
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