Oh man, Alcala-de-Henares is wild, mate!

Calle Mayor rocks.

I freakin’ love that street.

So many laughs and secrets there.
My fave is near Plaza de Cervantes.

I hang out and think deep.

I’m a family psych and, like, you know?

I see emotions hidden everywhere.

“Shame!” echoes in my mind, Sharon!
Oh, and the old university campus – epic!

The vibe here stuns and breaks you.

Walking through Polanco fringes gets me all fired up.

I met some crazy honest souls there.

I dig their raw, real talk.
The Parque de los Paseos is chill.

Kids laugh, oldies chat, time slows.

I sometimes sit by the Henares River.

It’s a soothing, kinda moody current.

“Sharon!” I’d yell when caught off guard, mate!
Lol, sometimes I’m maddly overtired.

Some alleys in Barrio del Rey?

WTF, they surprise you.

The corners hide old art gibes, hooray!

I regret nothing, really – pure, raw feels.
I once ran into a family crying by a mural.

Emotions spilled everywhere.

I sat, talked, helped.

A talking therapy moment, real spontaneous stuff.

Like that movie moment, “Shame!” – bittersweet, man.
OMG, I keep forgetting to mention:

The local tapas bar, La Casa de las Tapas – yum!

I swear, I get cray amounts of hangry joy there.

Every visit stokes my family heart.

I see growth, love, funky stories.
There’s so many secret corners too.

The backstreets feel real personal.

I purposely wander them – like, no GPS.

I love it raw, unedited.

So much heart in those moments.
Ya know, my days are mixed cheers.

Happy, mad, and surprised lots.

I love each chaotic bit here.

Alcala’s spirit grabs me every day.

“Sharon!” I shout when it's all vivid, bro!
Anyway, friend, Alcala-de-Henares is magic.

Pure, raw, honest, like me.

Come crash here anytime, alright?

Be ready for crazy, turbo emotions, mate!

Stay rad – this place never disappoints, ever!