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Madrid And Her Madrones Emily McMinn
Peeling herself off of the cold, stern seats of the airplane, Sarah remembered it fondly: the sprawling city of Madrid with its domed roofs. She felt her feet caress the cobblestone streets as she skipped by fountains tinkling with crystal clear water. The sun was warm on her face, and she had to use her hand to shield her eyes from the bright light. Her sunglasses seemed to be doing nothing. As she roamed the town with her small school group, she came face to face with a stark white building that towered over her and seemed to glow in the sunlight. She looked up the white pillars and onto one of the turrets, expecting to see the reflection of the sky. Instead, she saw a girl in the window. The girl seemed to beckon Sarah, who stared up at her in awe. Sarah then looked around to find her school group, though when she turned back, the girl was gone. Perhaps she’d imagined her. She had definitely imagined her. After the girl disappeared from her view, Sarah thought it would be best to rejoin her group, as they were waiting for her a few paces away, yet she couldn’t bring herself to move. After a few minutes of her warring thoughts, Sarah finally found the strength to step toward her
