Returning home from a wonderful trip is always difficult, but I’m lucky enough to be returning home to a place like Barcelona. It’s weird, Barcelona really feels like home to me… But I mean I have been living here for 9 months.. so it really is home. But it showed me how happy I am with my decision to come live here in Barcelona.
These past 9 days of traveling were amazing, incredible, magical, wonderful, superb, and any other nice work you could think of. I learned so much about myself, and so much about this amazing country I am living in. It also helped me to shed light on what *might* come next for me.
This trip gave me lots of time to think, and let my mind wander. Staring out the window of the train watching the beautiful Spanish countryside roll by (quickly) brought lots of clarity to my mind (but I don’t want to say anything too prematurely). It was just breathtaking, all that I got to see. It was also surprisingly relaxing… I am a very anxious traveler. I love to travel but usually I hate the actual act of traveling itself, I can almost never relax enough to sleep no matter how long the journey.. But the trains for me were relaxing, I dozed slightly, read, enjoyed my music, wrote in my journal and just enjoyed my time staring out the window. (Which is a good thing since I spent more than 30 hours on trains over the course of 9 days)
happiness in San Sebastían
The picture above is how I felt at the end of my trip. Happy. This trip showed me how wonderful this world is (as if I didn’t already know that) but it made me know that where I am in my life is truly right. I am a wanderer deep at heart and this is what I need to do in my life. One day I will be able to settle down, but for now I need to wander and explore and get to know myself.
I can not wait to write about the good, the bad and the questionable from this trip. I have an insane amount of photos from each city (check out my instagram @confessionsofawanderer for more photos)… I’m also considering making a flicker or some other photo platform for all my photos.
But for now I am truly exhausted from this trip, between the countless hours on trains (including an “overnight” one .. in which no true sleeping really happened), hours upon hours of walking around each city exploring (one day I swear I spent over 10 hours walking), and lugging my massive duffel from city to city (one taxi driver made a comment to me asking me in spanish what I had in there… a dead body?.. meanwhile I tried really hard to pack light).
“Let’s not travel to tick things off lists, or collect half hearted semi treasures to be placed in dusty drawers in empty rooms. Rather, we’ll travel to find grounds and rooftops and tiny hidden parks where we’ll sit and dismiss the passing time spun in the city’ s web ’til we’ve surrendered, content to be spent and consumed. I need to feel a place while I’m in it.” – Victoria Erickson