Here is a fun little fact I learned this weekend before I had properly considered how to beat the heat: Spanish summer heat induces panic attacks.  Most importantly, Spanish summer heat induces panic attacks in me. A friend asked me (at 9 PM, when it was safe to venture out-of-doors) if the temperature in Madrid wasn’t comparable to the heat in New York City.  I responded by glaring at her while I violently rubbed ice cubes over my wrists calmly saying I thought the type of heat must be different.  Or the weird, Franco-induced Spanish time zone must make the afternoon hotter. Or something.  Because I havenever in my life felt…