12 horas en Madrid

(dated June 13, 2007)

It is definitely bigger. Almost forgot what it was like to be in a big cosmopolitan, Felt like a drop of water, felt like nobody, coming and going, leaving without a trace and disturbing the enormous monster... kinda like it about the big city. The air was fresher, the trees were greener, the metro was brighter—perhaps owed to the fact that I have been living in Barcelona for too long. Plaza Mayor, Palacio Real, Museo Thyssen, Parque Retiro, La Cibeles—everything seemed grander and more sophisticated (not necessarily older). 12 hours of being a tourist, must say I liked Madrid more—cleaner, nicer, more modern , yet, it’s not home, where the dogs shitting everywhere, the people arm bumping each other, motos roaring the exhaust that make you deaf…