I am in love with Madrid. I love that it’s acceptable to get breakfast at the bar;I love the alimentaciones on every block with their Spanish-Chinese shopkeepers; I love how blatant staring is normal and perpetual-smiling is odd; I love how Spanish women all wear exclusively flats and boots; I love eating outside; I even love the straightforward Spanish men.
I especially love the metro.
You can get anywhere on the metro and, as you can see, it’s clearly a blast. There’s a fairly solid chance that someone will try to pickpocket you, but it wouldn’t be Spain without a little disorder.
Read more about my thoughts on Madrid.