Spain: Day 5

Parque de Retiro

Today I spent most of my time saying goodbye and facing the fact that I have to leave this city again. Leaving is always the worst. When I was abroad here in 2013 I actually did almost miss my flight if it wasn't for my friend knocking on my door making me get up. Now, being the mature adult that I am, I know that not coming home isn't exactly the most responsible or plausible decision. 

I really can't put my finger on what it is about this city that I love so much, but the past few days has made me fall even more in love. I think it is partly because I know I could never call this place my home. Kind of like in movies when a husband is cheating on his wife with another woman and this other woman and husband have this insane connection that can't be denied but they can't be together. I'm the husband (lol), I'm married to the US so I need to stay there and Madrid is the other woman that I really want to be with. While yes I could move here, because I can do whatever I want, but at the same time I think it's nice to have a love that's far away and is always there if ya need an escape from reality.