Spain holds a kind of magic that's hard to put into words. Every time I step off the plane in Madrid, it feels like coming home. Maybe it's the way I always try to find the beauty in life, but something deep inside me lights up whenever I'm here. There's a warmth, a connection, that I can't shake. I dream of the day when Madrid isn't just a place I visit, but the place I live, where that feeling can wrap around me, day in and day out, all year long.