It is October 12th, a national holiday here in Spain. Between the Metro stops of Retiro and Ibiza in Madrid, you can hear the bustling coming from the famous Retiro Park.
Inside of it, siblings are dressed alike - although not because they are twins - and street performers are desperately trying to lure the young ones into forcing their parents to drop a few coins here and there.
As you walk deeper into the park, the lushness overtakes you. Suddenly, the noise of Oct. 12th disappears.
You're standing still, wondering why all but the natural noises faded. Then, you realize.
The magic of the park, of the Retiro - that is it.
After not getting the praise you hoped for after working on a long project at work, or getting your dream girl or guy's phone number, you learn to come to the park to reflect, think, and see the beauty of life.
The Retiro heals, whenever you seek her.
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