I have been in Spain for a little over two and a half months now and, little by little, I continue trying to figure out the method to the madness that makes Madrid the city that it is. Some days are simply fabulous, and some days are, well, some days are better than others. It seems to me, every time somebody starts new in an unfamiliar place, they go through ‘un período de locura.’ A period, for me, in which I’m more prone to freaking out and letting the small things make me crazier than usual. Case in point, the last three weeks. I’ve been letting everything hit me right square in the face, quite definitely harder than it should, and I’ve been having trouble trying to convince myself that everything that inconveniences and makes me
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