10.03.25: Spain at Night

Spain taught me that nights are meant to be lived differently. In Madrid, dinner doesn’t even start until 10. By midnight, streets are alive, whole families still wandering around like it’s early evening. At first, I fought it, jet-lagged and yawning. But once you let go, you realize how strange it is that most of the world shuts down so early. The night has a different rhythm there. It’s not about being young or reckless. It’s just normal. Life stretched into the dark hours, like time itself slows down so you can sit with friends and another round of tapas.