Category: Madrid
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Confessions of a Taxi Lover
Why you’ll never catch me on the metro Everyone has habits they can’t shake. Mine? Taxis. Or Ubers. Or, back when I was living in Mumbai, rickshaws. It became such a running joke that even an ex-colleague once wrote a song about it. Complete with the line “taxi w***e.” Not my proudest nickname, but it…
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People Watching in Madrid
On some fin de semanas, I don’t really feel like doing much. No plans. No route. No “I should probably”. I step out, grab a coffee, sit somewhere, and that’s it. Madrid does the rest. I usually end up at a café or a terrace with a café con leche, letting it get lukewarm while…
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I Accidentally Went for a Walk in Barrio Salamanca
Bright shop windows, strong winds, and zero regrets. So, storytime. The other day, I decided to step out for a walk. One of those walks I do occasionally where there is no agenda, no route, no destination in mind. Living smack in the city centre gives you that freedom. You can head anywhere and let…
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A Walk Through Chueca and Malasaña
I did not set out with a destination in mind. Some walks are like that. You step outside, turn a corner, and let the city decide where you end up. That afternoon, Madrid led me through Chueca and then gently nudged me towards Malasaña, as if reminding me how easily it shifts its mood without…
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Madrid Teaches Me How to Stay
There are cities that teach you how to leave. Madrid taught me how to stay. I don’t mean stay in the literal sense, although I have. I mean stay present. Stay grounded. Stay connected to myself even when life feels noisy or demanding. Madrid has a way of doing that without trying. It doesn’t rush…
Raulito 