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.
i cannot count our endless cafes con leches.
we loved el azul.