21/12/2021
It seemed a special event, positive; nobody stopped to think hey, the weather’s not supposed to work like that. Halfway through drinks we stepped out for a snowball fight, most of us gloveless, some in heels. The bar, so standard and dull from years of unimaginative attendance, was a different setting than the one I’d been used to my whole life as we ducked and hid under the fence we queue at on Saturday nights. When tiredness settled, we rummaged through pockets and bags to find eyes, a nose, and a cigarette for the first snowman I’ve ever made in Madrid...
Check out Leti Batista Cabanas' reporting on the Spanish snowstorm that was never supposed to happen.
It is not supposed to snow in Madrid.