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So just plop down on the brick surface in the center of the Puerta del Sol or pop a squat on the ledge that surrounds the Templo de Debod and take a look around at the wonderfully eccentric people of Madrid:
You will see five muscular men dancing without music, somehow completely in sync with one another, their bodies convulsing to a beat that only they can hear. What's their story?
You will see a group of four older ladies, sporting heavy jackets despite the balmy late-February air. They clutch one another's arms along with their handbags as they gossip and giggle like a gaggle of giddy school girls. What's their story?
You will see a flock of gawking tourists surrounding the men moving to that mysterious rhythm; all of them sport camera bags, sunglasses and the ever-so sensible tennis shoes. What's their story?
You will see weathered old women and lurking in the sombra of the group, clanging cups of tinkling change. Seeking out the most empathetic-looking of the group? Hoping for someone to temporarily forget about her half-open satchel? What's their story?
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You will see two men dressed in buttercup-yellow Egyptian attire, mysteriously levitating off the ground, a ragged Winnie-the-Pooh with a scratched eyeball and tattered red shirt to boot. What's their story?
You will see Spanish youth, some standing on the ledge staring at one another as if nothing else in the world matters. Others attempt to master the art of slack-lining. Some can barely keep their balance as they tilt precariously from side to side while their arms flair; others, much more graceful, can jump and flip and balance on one foot without batting an eye. What's their story?
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Hundreds of people. Hundreds of stories.
So take some time from the whirlwind tour of Madrid, give your aching feet a rest, sit down, and enjoy one of my new favorite pastimes.
*fútbol: soccer
*gratis: free
*sombra: shadow
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