Madrid, Spain

Madrid had a bit of a low-key profile, and I embraced it fully. I meandered. Got lost in the old city. I also saw the major paintings by Goya, the Guernica of Picasso, the post-surrealist work of Miro. What I witnessed in that art genre was a loss of innocence, ponderings about mortality, and lots of gothic violence and human isolation. They gave me nightmares, the ghosts of my past showing up to say hello to me. 

The upside is that I got my eating mojo back! After suffering from some health issues in the Philippines, I’m so ready to eat and live the tapas life.

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