Madrid is my soul city. I haven’t been there in about nine months now, and I’m starting to feel that familiar ache that comes over me when I go too long without visiting. Half of my extended family live in the city, and I have been faithfully flying over at a rate of at least…… Continue reading Madrid Memories
People have a way of looking back at their past and painting it in golden hues. “Those were the best days of our lives” they say, as if that isn’t just the most depressing thing to utter about your present situation. “Those were the days!” It’s hard not to get carried away by nostalgia sometimes.…… Continue reading Thoughts on… Ancient History
