Plaza Mayor, July 2013. I’ll never forget my trip to Madrid. I had just separated from my wife and the choppy waters leading to Divorce Island loomed ahead. Escaping to Spain’s vibrant capital for a short break was exactly what I’d needed. Happily, I found the city in high spirits, particularly on this vast square awash with mime artists and circus performers. For ten minutes or so I could empty my mind and drink in the uncomplicated frivolity.