Three years in Madrid have gone by. I will miss these streets, the easy-going, laid back people, the sunny sunday mornings walking el Rastro or el Retiro, the countless hours going around the fountains in Puertas del Sol, or up and down los Preciados. My lovely Malasaña. The cañas and pinchos de tortilla. No pasa nada, guapita. Volveremos un dia.