I Was Born In Spain
And Given A Pelota
You Asked Me How Why?
Spain has caught up with us. We now go to bed late and wake up late. “I can’t because I’m too tired” – Ezra. The playground is most alive with people at 7pm – which has usually been our bedtime – but now, it is just the beginning of our night and evening. We have never seen so many parents and children at the playground on our travels. Mostly children age 7 or younger. Mostly Ezra’s age. Viena is usually one of the bigger children. Even the little babes who barely know how to walk – know how to kick a soccer ball. We walked up the street one block to the Museo ABC – a converted brewery factory, but now an architectural artistic wonder. This is a very good part of town for us to stay – playgrounds abound. I went for a run to the University of Madrid through Parque Oeste. The amount of green space in their city center is amazing. Where we are does not feel like a city at all. The streets are very walk-able. There are lots of trails and very few people enjoying the park on a beautiful Saturday. Makes you wonder? Why? What do people do? very few bicycles here. What do people do? I did not see anyone else running through the park. What do the people do? I did not see too many people at the University. The students must be on break. Great skies. Madrid is not like Rome. Madrid is not like Vienna. Madrid is Madrid.
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