W hen we hailed the cab at Barajas airport in early January, Madrid was shrouded in a cold drizzle and we weren’t looking forward to a dreary stretch of gray skies and bone-chilling temperatures. But the next morning the skies parted, the sun came out, and we had three sunny weeks in the Spanish capital with daytime highs around 60 degrees.
Several Madrileños told us it was their favorite season, and we could see why. The museums were less crowded, the restaurants less frenetic. We even came home with a bit of a tan from sitting in outdoor cafes. It reminded us that we have had some of our best experiences when we didn’t let ourselves be captive to the calendar.