I returned from a wonderful 8 days in Madrid and surrounding areas. It was great to be back in my favorite city. Now, I am depressed. I want to appreciate my regular life, but I keep thinking wistfully about Spain and how I wish I were back there. Surely on this website, I can't be alone in this. How do you all cope with the intense desire to run away to Spain? Fortunately I have a "partner in crime" now. My son also loved Spain and he's planning our next trip!