As I emerged from my hostel this morning, I was disappointed to be greeted by a cold, dark and wet Madrid.
But there is something magical about running in the rain… As others huddle under umbrellas and stand in doorways, those brave enough to embrace the wetness have the run of the city.
This morning it felt as if I had the whole of Retiro Park to myself. With the rain falling lightly on my head and the sand squelching beneath me, every twist and turn felt like an adventure.
As fun as it was, I was equally grateful for a hot coffee and a warm shower at the end of it.
Summer is definitely behind us.