It was a warm, pleasant night in Madrid when the Paris terrorist attacks took place. We were spending our evening much like many of the victims: out with friends, enjoying the city.
Paris isn’t exactly in our back yard, but the event still felt near to me in a way I’m not used to as an American. Messages from our more worry-prone family members started to roll in, asking us to take precautions, avoid crowds, stay off the Metro. We remembered the terrorist attacks on Madrid’s subway in 2004 — which we’d only recently learned had taken place at a station we now pass through all the time.
find me in the air 