i don't where to begin in my travel stories... where does anything begin, really? on the plane ride over, the day in december when i decided i should just go ahead and do it, or when i first stepped out of the metro into the middle of madrid?
in spain, i spent the bulk of my first day in El Retiro, the large park where everyone goes on Sundays,
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