Madrid... and Back to Logrono

Ever since I can remember, every time I'd come back from a trip I'd feel disappointed. Now I returned from the best journey of my life (yet?) and I keep feeling happy. Madrid was... anything between enchanting and extraordinary, Gianluca proved to be, once again, the best possible company, despite his precarious state of health, Don Quijote and Sancho Panza filled my heart with tears of happiness, Picasso's "Guernica" let me discover more of its intricacies and made me laugh at the same time, El Prado filled one of my biggest dreams, el Parque del Retiro offered me melancholy, hope and moments of shame mixed with laughter, Puerta del Sol disappointed me a bit, Gran Plaza made up for it and let me savor a "granita" in its European atmosphere, and el Palacio Real blocked my thoughts on interjections of admiration.
Now I'm back, only to find the same spot of happiness, Logrono, Cristina and Alessia (maybe the only two pieces missing from the Madrid puzzle), Gianluca, who keeps being here (although he'd rather be someplace else), the sun, the park, the music, the smiles... the dream.

[later edit]: No, no, no!!! It's not Gran Plaza or Plaza del mercado... it's PLAZA MAYOR! Why can't I get this name right?!