Spain: Day 1&2

The Hat (my hostel)

I was very indecisive when I bought my ticket about a month ago to fly to Madrid, Spain. Did I really want to drop $700 on just the flight? Did I really want to travel alone to a country thousands of miles away from everything I know? Well, I bought the ticket and purposely didn't get insurance so there was no backing out. All of my friends and family filled me with doubt by telling me not to go, and how they were worried for my safety. I had to show them how confident I was to be a solo traveler in order to ease their nerves and also to convince myself I didn't make a mistake. 

When the day came for me to fly to Spain all of those fears my close ones had said were repeatedly going through my mind. Did I really want to travel alone to another country? Was this a responsible decision? My flight got delayed over five times and each time I would ask myself it was a sign that I shouldn't go. 

But I got on that flight. I knew by being a solo backpacker in a place I once called home would be rewarding once I overcame those fears. I knew that climbing up the mountain is the hardest part, but once you are at the top the view is worth it. Sometimes we have to do things to prove to ourselves how strong and independent we are. We have the power to make our dreams come true, we have the power to achieve what we want to achieve if we challenge and push ourselves. 

The moment I got off that plane I knew I made the right choice in coming here. Madrid was my home for three months where I fell head over heels with everything about this city. I spent my first day in Spain walking around the most touristy parts: Sol and Plaza Mayor. I did a little shopping, enjoyed a little coffee, and just took in the fact that I came, I'm here, and I'm going to make the best out of my little bit of time here.