Dark Days in Madrid
The first thing I noticed about Madrid were the buildings. They don’t make buildings that beautiful where I’m from. The prettiest building in Loveland Colorado was probably the old catholic church around the corner from where I lived, and it was nothing special. I had never left the U.S. before and I found my jaw dropping as I turned around every corner. The history held within the city’s buildings was incredible. Yesterday when I was passing through town in search of my hostel, I found myself in a square, I later learned was the famous Plaza Mayor, that was designed for a king. The red brick walls and grey spires towered over me. It looked regal, looming, and even sinister somehow. I wondered how a building so dramatic could have been a place of good and not darkness, but I pushed that thought aside.