Feeding Birds in Madrid :
Becoming a childless grandmother at 26
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: