Dinner At 10 PM Sounded Insane Until My Blood Pressure Dropped
First week in Madrid, I stared at a restaurant chalkboard at 9:42 p.m. Families were still arriving. Kids were awake. I was supposed to eat… now. By the third week, I was doing what locals do: light lunch, real meal at two, late dinner at ten, and a slow walk under streetlights after. Somewhere between …












