My trip has come to an end. 4 months ago to the day I was leaving my house to embark on an incredible adventure across Europe. I could not yet conceive all that I would see and experience. I cannot believe it’s over and all that I’ve seen and experienced. I have no regrets (except maybe getting sick on my last day!!) . I have plans for more, maybe, if the conditions are favorable.
My flight from Tangier to Paris went well, no running late, no misunderstandings. The flight was a bit more bumpy, but it is to be expected with easyjet (compared to airtransat, transatlantic flights). When we landed it was snowing! I was so happy!
You might think I wasted my 5 days in Morocco but I heard so many warnings that I was way too scared to enjoy the culture on my own. It was raining half the time and I didn’t enjoy being harassed with the hellos and the compliments.
I got to the train station in Madrid pretty early and inquired into changing my ticket for an earlier one. It worked and I arrived in Sevilla 2 hours earlier than I had planned.
Madrid. Capital of Spain. Cold. Small big city. Where people sell lottery tickets and offer to buy gold instead of selling you other useless stuff like in other countries.
When I got to Barcelona my first thought was “wow how empty this train station is!” The second one was “Wow it’s really warm even though it’s 8 pm!” And the third one was “Wow I’m so sick of carrying that bag but I can’t wait for tomorrow because this city looks beautiful!”
When I got off the train in Marseille it was freezing! I’ve officially been through a complete year in a week a far as weather goes! On my way to my host I got a bit lost and some very kind old man helped me back on my way.
When I arrived in Nice I took a bus to my hosts and I was sweating with my coat on because it was rather warm and I had to hike up a steep hill. I dropped my bags and surfed a bit while he went grocery shopping by bike (remember the hill I talked about …?) and then we ate some salad with tuna and some shrimp risotto. He was so kind to cook I didn’t have the heart to tell him I don’t like sea food of any kind but now no one can say I never tried it!
When we got to the train station in Lyon it was crowded. The snow had delayed a lot of trains and it took us about 10 minutes to walk from one end of the train station to the other because you had to push through a very thick crowd. We were early so we went to buy out tickets for the next destination. Nice for me, Paris for my sister. Then we made our way to our host’s and Audrey met up with us at the tram station. While waiting we noticed how similar to belugas their trams looked.