Spain is one of my favourite countries to visit in Europe. The language, the atmosphere the beaches and the beautiful landscapes and of course the people -- Wait, how can I forget the food! This is my second visit to Spain and I can probably still say i've fallen in love with it every time. I promised myself the first time that I was going to come back and experience it in another way, alone.
I took the train to Barcelona from France and stayed there for more than a few days to take my time and wander. I visited the beaches that were memorable to me, walked miles to architectural landmarks and on my way, had a baguette on hand buzzing my way through trains stops. For some reason, I felt I had really lived it there and was even mistaken as a local -- my heart flew out of my chest.
Another reason for me being in Spain was that I wanted to visit my old homestay family in a small town in San Martino de Meis near San Senxo off the Atlantic coast, which was about a couple hours away from Santiago de Compostela. I flew myself to Vigo which was cheaper and closer to Pontevedra. I was happy that I got to see many more familiar places and faces after a long European trip. I was overjoyed that I landed somewhere that felt like home. As I was passing through the towns, it made me smile to think back on my first journey there and thought, "that's not changed" or "was this here before"? Nostalgia hit hard. I spent time with my homestay family at home eating bread, playing with the dogs, opened dried beans like a real country Province girl I am at heart, and going to the beach. Probably the most relaxing travel time I had, because admit it, we all know travelling is actually pretty exhausting.
Eventually, reality slowly kicked in. I needed to fly back to Barcelona and spend another night to end my entire journey and fly back home. I usually get home sick after over a month long of travel and just want to be in my own bed. But I didn't. Everything must always come to an end.
Until next time, mi amor!