The burial grounds of Madrid

It was 1969 and I stopped in Rome. I was visiting Madrid and observing historical architecture, the Al-Hambra palace. I walked through the halls for quite a while. I became so tired that I was left behind the large group of tourists. I came to the burial grounds of the royal people. After I left Madrid I was in Manhattan. Madrid and the graveyard in Al-Hambra left a strange haunting experience of the past. The haunting experience sometimes led to sleepwalking. After a week I recovered. I spent some years in New York. I started reading a book on geology called Secrets In Stones, I also read folklore, The Ghost, The Russian Witch Baba Yaga, and the Goblin, and Mystery in the Woods. I spent a lot of time in the yards across the Whitestone river. The city, the island of New York and the river became a part of my life. I was reading the Wizard of Oz and it was very interesting to learn about Dorothy. I did not live in the city. I was living in a quiet town. There is a difference between an island, a city, and a town.