At the same time that I feel a part of Madrid's comida lifestyle, I am often aware that I am "the foreigner".  And that awareness makes me think differently of so many of the people I know who are immigrants in my own country, both legal and not.  It makes me think more carefully about what daily life must be like for them.  As my mother always taught me, to learn how to love your brother, walk a mile in his shoes. This is, of course, not the first time that I have spent an extended time in another country and culture.  But somehow, the difference of my position here…