Madrid breaks my heart, but in the good way. In the Regina Spektor’s Fidelity type of way.
I well and truly fell in love with Madrid’s warm, blue summer sky during my time there, as you can probably tell from the pictures above. There were many times throughout the trip when my family asked me to take a picture of a building, a person, a statue, a thing they liked (I’m the only one with a non-iPhone-camera). They’d later ask me to see the photo so they could reminisce, but I had completely, and accidentally, ignored what it was they wanted to remember so I could include a bit of the sky in the photo. Get your own Cameron I say.
The blue color emitting from the sky was striking, and demanding of all my attention. Almost everyday in Madrid we saw absolutely no clouds until around 8pm, which would signal the few hours left of sunlight. I paid no attention to my watch, or the clock on the iPhone during my trip, I told time only by my stomach and the sky. I’m not sure if it was because I came from Melbourne’s gray winter sky, or because I was in a jet lagged daze the entire time, but I could not bear to be inside for more than a few hours at a time.
The words “bad day” would not be in vocabulary if I could have a nice, big patch of Madrid’s summer sky follow me around everywhere.