It’s been one week since my flight departed from Chicago. You could say it’s been an eventful week. First, I stopped in Copenhagen for three nights. Upon arrival I could hear people speaking multiple different languages. It’s been 2.5 years since I’ve stepped out of the United States and onto foreign ground. I felt so ready to take on a new place.
From the airport I collected my luggage and was on my way to the hostel. I didn’t really know much about where I was going. I only knew my metro stop, from there I was clueless. I guess that’s just part of the adventure though, right? I got off at my stop and lugged my 43 pound suitcase up the escalator- or so I tried. I ended up completely falling over ON the escalator. Me and my suitcase. It was miserable, it took a lot of strength to get back up. Off to a good start!
I got myself back together and looked around for a knowledgeable person who might know where my hostel is. I stumbled upon two men who were eager to show me the way, but first: beer. We stopped at a local pub and had a couple drinks. Talk about jet lag… I could feel it after two! After checking into my hostel, the guys showed me and my hostel roommate around the city.
Within those few days I did so much walking and exploring. My feet still hurt 4 days later. But it was so worth it. The vibe to Copenhagen is just truly amazing. It feels a bit magical, like out of a movie. I ran into the friendliest people within the streets, at the bars, within the hostel and even on the metro! I definitely wish to go back in the future.
But now? Life in Spain begins, as I write this on the balcony of my new home. I’ve really only seen a tiny bit of the Spanish life and I can’t wait to see where it goes.