Hasta pronto, Madrid

Madrid melts into the dark foggy dawn as we pull away from the city aboard a high speed train. Soon the earth will appear reddish, fields of crops will rise from the slopes, and thin wispy wind turbines will just faintly emerge from the milky sky, like the ghosts of the windmills Don Quixote could have slain in battle. And then, we will have left Castilla behind.

- Andrea