Madrid, Between Spaces
I normally write from my computer, with time and space to reflect. Today, I am writing from Madrid, in between destinations, with a suitcase not far away and a mind that feels unexpectedly full. The past week has been emotional in all the right ways. I have formed close friendships. I have met generous, thoughtful people. I celebrated the holiday season first in Brazil, then in Spain, and I will soon be arriving in yet another place to mark Christmas. There has been movement, transition, and more than a little vulnerability, but also a deep sense of gratitude. This time, I explored the Iberian Peninsula without losing my phone. That alone feels like progress. Like Lisbon before it, Madrid has exceeded my expectations. I did not come with a checklist. I walked, a lot. I wandered neighborhoods, lingered in cafés, and stood quietly in places with centuries of stories beneath my feet. I found myself in conversations with strangers that did not feel rushed or transactional. There is somethi...