My beautiful, humble, little hometown near Madrid, in Spain. Arguably one of the most beautiful places on Earth (although for me there is little to argue about).
I grew up among these landscapes, I used to go for a walk in the gardens with my granddad and my brother every now and then when I was just a little kid and I distinctly remember this fountain to be my favorite: "El niño de la espina". We would just sit on one of the benches next to it and wait for the water to erupt when we least expected it. They were truly beautiful times...
I have precious memories of this place that will live forever inside my heart. I remember, for example, a picture of my parents on their wedding day standing in one of this beautiful structures, surrounded by green and water. I guess it doesn't guess much nicer than that, does it?
I grew up among these landscapes, I used to go for a walk in the gardens with my granddad and my brother every now and then when I was just a little kid and I distinctly remember this fountain to be my favorite: "El niño de la espina". We would just sit on one of the benches next to it and wait for the water to erupt when we least expected it. They were truly beautiful times...
I have precious memories of this place that will live forever inside my heart. I remember, for example, a picture of my parents on their wedding day standing in one of this beautiful structures, surrounded by green and water. I guess it doesn't guess much nicer than that, does it?
For four years, I walked along this tunnel every morning at the railway station, to go to the university in Madrid. Now that I look back on it, the vision becomes rather symbolic...
Have some time to relax? Listen to our most universal melody, "El concierto de Aranjuez", as played by Paco de Lucía:
Well done, Paco!
we "arancetanos" have all the right to be proud about our hometown.
It's really astonishing...