Thoughts and Memory...

It´s getting cold in Madrid, but not too cold. It´s the perfect weather in my opinion.
Needless to say, I love this city and everything in it. Yesterday, when walking to the park with my friend we were discussing what makes we like a person. He said something...I´ll quote: "We like a person for their qualities, but we love them for their faults". And I guess this is with cities, or situations.

There are things that drive me nuts around here, but in the end of the day I am so glad I could go through them ... I mean, to have the opportunity to go through this culture and feel so angry at times.
I know I complain so much sometimes about never being able to stay in a place and have permanent friends, a permanent house and always having long distance relationships with friends. But it gives me a chance to know people, know places and get pissed off a number of times. :)



Change of subject: last saturday I went to a bullfight with my roomates and some friends. I have to say: I never missed my grandfather more than that day. I know the "show" is a cruel thing, but I also know he would have LOVED to be there. It was almost as if I could see his eyes getting big, and his putting his two palms together and rubbing them so quickly (as he did every time he was excited about something).
The Plaza de Toros was amazing, and I could see him there. Everywhere. In my mind at least.
Actually a lot of Spain reminds me of my grandfather. My neighborhood reminds me of him...A lot of older couples live there, and I everytime I see a grandpa bringing their grandkids from school and listening to their stories I remember of my grandpa coming home from his work and always having some kind of candy in his pocket and asking us what we thought about the government.

Memory is such a beautiful thing.

:)

"Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again" (Willa Cather)