The internet isn’t nearly short of blogs and Instagram accounts that glamorize solo travel. I have to admit, for the first couple months, it’s a blast. I get a rush of energy when I arrive in a new city. Everything I see is fresh, and there’s endless experiences to discover. But I’d be lying if I said that that adrenaline rush didn’t wear off after a few days. At that point, practicality starts to hit you. Where do I grocery shop? Where do I go out? What do I do? How do I get there? Who do I know here?
That’s how I felt traveling through Spain. It started to become less fun and felt more like work. I had a blast when I visited Madrid in July so I figured I’d head over to capital of Spain for 2 weeks before spending the weekend in Lisbon and flying home for the holidays. This way I’d have a bit of stability for more than 1 week (yay!) during my 6-week trip.
I love Madrid!
