The year doesn't begin in January. If you think it does, it's because you don't live in Spain. The year really begins the first Monday of September. It's when most Spanish people face reality and go back to work as their long vacations become distant memories. Most people feel a sense of doom or what we call post-vacation blues. So is it weird that I wasn't feeling them as I rode on the Metro (subway) that first Monday morning? Maybe it's because I was too busy looking at the mix of people that ride this famous public transport system. It's funny how people's attire change as stations change. And since around three million people ride it daily, you can bet that it will be a new adventure every time you ride it.
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