Old loves

I write this particular blog after having just "published" my Madrid photos early this morning. It's almost like I'm fully accepting that my Europe trip is over and the Madrid album ( since it was the country of my last stop ) is the closing of a door. Hopefully a door that can be opened more often than it has in the last 6 years. I lived in Madrid from 1997-1999, I had a small but well located flat, right in the heart of the Paseo de la Castellana. There were tapas bars around me, schools and every form of transportation that could get me from one end of Madrid City to the other. Seeing my old friends, some married and with kids and some still single and enjoying themselves in my former country of residence made me a tad sentimental. I kept on asking myself if I could live in Madrid again, if I could start from scratch ( the way I did 10 years ago) and just immerse myself in a land that was fueled by passion, and a certain stubborness to be more modern, and perhaps perform better in the world economy. The answer right now, is probably not, only because if I return to Madrid it's to be able to sit back and fully enjoy the city without having to worry about where the next Euro is coming from.I was able to watch a fantastic bullfight on TV, went to the rastro, watched Jesus Christ Superstar in Spanish and reconnect to this wonderful, wonderful place that hosted me for over two years and never once made me miss my country of birth. How many times in a life can you actually say you don't miss where you come from even if where you come from is a place that is not bad at all? I still remember as my plane was about to touch down in Barajas how my heart sped up and my adrenaline went ballistic, for about 2 whole, extraordinary minutes I was in total euphoria at just the thought of being in Madrid again. My dream is still to buy a 2 bedroom flat there and use it as my base every summer either to stay and chill or travel the rest of Europe. Porque no? Quizas, quizas, quizas.