This is the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a long time. And all the more beautiful since it’s something I wanted/ desired/never expected -yet hoped- to hear :-)
Yes, I like Madrid better than Barcelona. I loved every minute of being there: even the rainy days when I had to go buy an umbrella in a Chinese shop, and the days when my camera didn’t work and it filled me with rage, and the day-and-night when I had a horrible throat ache and had to take Strepsils pills like they were candies in order to be able to sleep, and the day I broke your red plate and feared the worst :p
My friend corazón con manos knows that I liked Madrid more this time because I had all the time in the world to explore it on my own, to walk every street and enter every shop, while – at the same time – being able to count on someone very reliable to tell me all about the city and show me the interesting stuff like the 4 towers, the phantom station and many other wonders that I would have missed if it weren’t for you.
I loved the way this city grows, I loved the beginning-of-the-world feeling that I had in Las Suertes, and the New York look of the Gran Vía and calle Alcalá, and the „Bucharest” air of the La Vaguada area, and the golden leaves in Retiro and Parque del Oeste. I loved shopping for gifts, and finding the most extraordinary things. I loved coming back home with my „prey” and imagining the joy on people’s faces when they see the stuff I got them… You know, the other day I was going thru my old Yahoo mailbox and I found an e-mail that Livia wrote to me before Christmas in 2000: she was writing to wish me merry Christmas and tell me explicitly NOT to spend too much money on presents :)) Do you think I might be trying to buy people’s love or something? Highly probable, and it works! :))
This stay in Madrid will be marked – in absolutely random order – by: the book on Joaquín Sabina that I bought in Alcampo (I love it!), the lovely corazón con manos (que no es un „corazón con caparazón de roca„) that kept me company when you were at work, the steep slope of calle Buenavista, the birch trees (abedules) and the plants on the wall, the small kitchen and the teapot, the freedom of waking up late (the unmistakable mark of any good holiday!), Edith Piaf’s voice in the speaker above my head, the pleasant light of the living room, the reading room at FNAC, the souvenir shops, the sun in the leaves in Retiro park, the long walks that gave me more than enough time to collect my thoughts and enjoy every moment.
I’ve learned to make pizza (not paella!), tuna pasta with tomate frito and leche frita – well, maybe just the frying part :)), I’ve met very nice people and I might have also learned to be more orderly :)
Thanks for receiving me in your 20 sq m IKEA home and thanks again for being my friend.