I arrived in Madrid about a week and a half ago, and after exploring a bit of the city, soaking up the feeling, and letting all that white linen wash over me, I can say one thing for certain. Undoubtedly much has changed about Madrid over the past decades, but in so many ways it is still the city of Hemingway’s dreams. Dignified and proud, the light breeze is a real catharsis. As September begins, the city starts to fill back up as the regulars return from vacation. School begins soon – I’m studying at Universidad San Pablo – and I’ll be in and around Spain for the next 4 months. More to follow.