You see, in Luxembourg, sunshine in February is viewed as a wonderful fluke. Luckily, there have already been a few days where I've opened my eyes to blue skies and sunny weather. First, I'm surprised, then elated, and finally, I realize that I've almost forgotten about the sun. No, not in a 'what's sun?' kind of way, but in a way that I've been living in the gray for far too long that I don't expect sunny days. It's a 'where have you been all my life??' kind of reaction.
And so, Madrid was good for the soul in so many ways. Not only was there sun, but art, deep fried calamari, sangria, flamenco dancers - the list goes on.
But you know, at the end of the day, it was good to return to Luxembourg as well. Even with its gray skies and rainy disposition, the comfort of being surrounded by languages you understand, an apartment you've made your own and everything that comes with the territory of 'home.' That's pretty good for the soul too.