There was this one mom and pop burger joint that had the simplest, most basic, super greasiest burgers but to this day they were the best burgers I’ve ever tasted. The place was tucked away in an alley and it was one of those “you have to be a local to even know this exists” places.
Also, having moved from a smaller town to a bigger city, I miss how close everything and everyone was. You wanted to go see someone, or go do something, it was always just a walk away instead of having to deal with all the hullabaloo of traffic and bus lines and yada yada.
The place I grew up had three houses and was miles from the nearest shops.
Spent most of my childhood in the woods making dens and getting stoned.
I’ve ended up in Madrid, I miss the quiet. Like the no noise at all kinda quiet. On the other hand I don’t miss the inconvenience of having to drive to go and get milk or a pack of skins or other mundane stuff.
Shops closing half day Wednesday and not open at all on the weekend - don’t miss that either.
The dialects - miss those too