Encantada Con Madrid.

The last couple of days have been filled with tapas. Vino tintos. Siestas. And strolls. It has been fantastical having so much time with Mary. And I am in absolute love with Madrid.

The funniest part of it all was that the only reason I was coming was to see her. I had no interest in getting to know Madrid at all. And was completely suckerpunched by enchantment.

I feel as though I have found what I call home in Europe. It is all the things I adored about New York. Great art. Versatility. Fantastic bars and restaurants. Minus the things I didn't adore about it. Snow. Overcrowdedness. Rush rush rush. Did I mention no snow?

I am beyond happy here. Could it be the siestas? The Mary Moroney? La Tabacalera? A gatinho? Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps. All I know is that I am in heart. In absolute heart. And can say pretty firmly that the day I set foot back in Europe, it will more than likely be Madrid…