Reason One: Just booked flights to Copenhagen and Paris!!! My heart skips a beat whenever I remember that I can very soon put Denmark and France on my list of countries visited. In the next month I’ll also be visiting Barcelona, once again, and Sevilla, both on the coast of Spain. It doesn’t seem real that I’m traveling to all these amazing places, I haven’t been able to fully internalize that this is my life. I’ll be seeing new friends and old friends, people I just met in the past few months and people I’ve known my whole life, roommates and classmates and teammates; my makeshift family. Of course I’m hoping (and planning) to meet even more people and forge new friendships, as I have been through all my explorations. I have to stop, take a deep breath, and let the feelings of gratitude run over me as I digest how lucky I am to be in this place, to have so many amazing people I can connect to.
Reason Two: I’m writing this as I sit in the Spanish sun, now more than 2 months after I first started enjoying it’s warmth. In some inexplicable way I feel like I just got here and I feel like I’ve been here for a lifetime. As cliché as it sounds, the birds really are chirping and the sky really is blue. I do miss New England’s fall foliage, but I can’t help but blissfully drink in these European rays, and the sangria that’s served alongside. (I always knew I was a summer person.) It’s certainly autumn weather here, the nights and mornings are chilly, there’s a crispness in the air throughout the day, but every afternoon still reaches a clear, comfortable seventy degrees, which very well may be my favorite temperature.
Madrid me mata.