Feeding Birds in Madrid :
Becoming a childless grandmother at 26
First reading in Madrid, at El dinosaurio Open Mic
It had always surprised me how the Spanish lived the outdoors differently than the rest of their European neighbours.
For a young Belgian girl such as myself - who knew only of grey skies and rainy weather 350 days a year - the idea of spending more than 2 hours outside was close to absurd. Our social lives were mostly dictated by the weather conditions – and like most European countries that never knew the real pleasures of a long-lasting summer, our social gatherings happened mostly indoors.
In Spain however, it was the exact opposite. And the first time I realised that was during a phone conversation with a friend:
For a young Belgian girl such as myself - who knew only of grey skies and rainy weather 350 days a year - the idea of spending more than 2 hours outside was close to absurd. Our social lives were mostly dictated by the weather conditions – and like most European countries that never knew the real pleasures of a long-lasting summer, our social gatherings happened mostly indoors.
In Spain however, it was the exact opposite. And the first time I realised that was during a phone conversation with a friend:
 | [Phone rings] “Hey man – what’s up?” “Not much. Just working on some things”. [Silence] “…It sounds really quiet around you – are you ok? where are you?” “Well…I’m at home…just at home”. |
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