I knew before I left Spain the year before, that I would be back–and to reside, not just visit. I knew from the first day I landed in Spain my first time. Although not presently there, I feel a reflection of that time may be just as enriching as if I had documented it in the moment, if not more.
We mustn’t forget where we are from and where we’ve been despite where we are going. These are writings and reflections of my love, lust, and loss in my Madrid.