Cuenca, Spain. June 8, 2022
My accommodation in Madrid was owned by an abuela named Margarita. She talked to me in her slow Spanish because she didn’t (or wouldn’t?) speak English, and gave me little snacks sometimes. She was renting out all 3 of her spare bedrooms. Margarita’s place was one of those rare AirBnb experiences in the original vision of that…
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