Two days ago, I said goodbye to Madrid, and after 24 hours of travel, landed back in Florida. I can’t lie, I cried on the plane.
The day before I left, constantly running through my head, were thoughts of “wow, I’m doing [this] for the last time…,” whether it was my last time riding the metro, or walking around Puerto del Sol and people-watching. It was truly a bittersweet day, marking the end of a journey.
However, the last day was spent quite well. My closest friend on the trip, Ariana, suggested we do the cheesiest thing imaginable: buy I (heart) Madrid t-shirts and take photos in them around the city. Thanks to her idea, I now have some of the most memorable pictures and memories associated with my last day, a t-shirt, and a photo shoot. After this, we ate dinner at a rooftop restaurant, eating good food, watching the sun go down, savoring the last moments I get to spend in the city I love. We discussed the highs and lows of our trip, the lows being merely inconsequential in comparison to the highs.
Now, as I sit and write this in my room back in Florida, this summer felt like a dream, and honestly like it wasn’t even real. It seems too good to be true. I left everything I knew in Florida and somehow managed to start a whole new life in Spain for nearly three months. I made completely new friends, adventured all over, did new things, and lived like I’ve never lived before. It feels odd being back in the place I live, feeling as if nothing has changed since I came back.
However, in reality, I know everything has changed. These mere three months will remain in me forever, something I will hold and cherish in my heart. They play an impact on my soul, my character, and my mentality.
And to Madrid, this isn’t goodbye, I’ll see you again.
One last time,