There must be a word for it—something warmer than overwhelmed and real than magic. And that word would perfectly encapsulate the essence of Segovia for me. The stark vacuum of the barren lands stared at me. After the concrete layers of Madrid, I wasn’t ready of the contrast. As the car drove closer to the…
There is something about Europe. Every time I have returned more alive, happier and somewhat unwillingly. It introduces me to aspects of life that I thought didn’t exist! Travelling to Spain, earlier this month, was no exception either. I experienced a bit of anxiousness and wanted to unwrap the wonders I would soon witness. And even…
