Let’s continue where I left off last time, shall we? I wrote about the first hurdles of moving abroad during a pandemic, that were mostly because of family circumstances and a little bit because of rescheduled flights. Almost two weeks later than planned, on the lucky day Friday the 13th, I could finally travel (and move) to Spain. It was a very long day, but I was beyond excited to finally be reunited with my boyfriend.
– airport of amsterdam-
At five o’clock in the morning my phone made this unpleasant sound, better known as my alarm. I didn’t sleep too well, because I constantly had in mind that I had to get up early in the morning. After breakfast and packing the last things, my dad and I were on our way to the airport at six o’clock. We slowly watched the sun rise through the car windows and at a little past eight we got to the airport.
My heavy suitcase decided that it was angry at me and the handle wouldn’t move. So there I was, walking in a silly way towards the check-in desk, to get rid of my big and small suitcase for the rest of the day. All throughout waiting for the flight to Barcelona and during the flight itself, I felt so tired. This was going to be such a long day…
– airport of barcelona –
My day completely brightened up when I arrived to the airport of Barcelona. This may or may not have been related with the much needed dose of caffeine of a yummy cappuccino I drank. The layover took six and a half hours lay and honestly, it was great. I walked around the terminal to stretch my legs and then I discovered the outside area of the airport. On the stairs I found myself a nice space to sit down, with the sun shining and 16 degrees. I wrote in my journal, I practiced Spanish with Duolingo and I read many chapters of my book. Besides the fact that mostly smokers used the outdoors area, it was super nice and relaxing.
And then I made a mistake, a big one. I went to McDonald’s to get something to eat. The first minor disappointment was the lack of veggie burgers on the menu, so I decided to have some fries and a salad. That was the big mistake, the salad. I mean, how can you call tasteless lettuce with one tiny tomato and ten pieces of corn a salad? However, I didn’t let this ruin my mood and I watched the sunset through the window until it was time for boarding. Again, there weren’t so many people on the plane and again I had the whole row for myself.
– airport of santiago de compostela –
I arrived to the third and last airport of the day, the one of Santiago de Compostela. Both my suitcases – even the angry one – arrived there as safely as I did. And then there was the moment I had been looking forward to for so long: finally hugging my boyfriend again! It felt a little weird to see each other again after so long, but I was so so happy.
– the first weekend (no airports involved) –
My first weekend here was very calm and nice. I unpacked my things, spent time with my boyfriend and his family, and ran some errands. There may or may not have been a few naps. There was a walk to the beach on a grey day and I started reading my first children’s book in Spanish. Nothing super exciting, but I had a cosy first weekend.
Oh, and about Mi vida en España; the #1 already suggests that this will be a series on my blog. I’m not entirely sure if it will be weekly or biweekly – that mostly depends on how many interesting things happen – but I’m sure I’ll figure that out in the next weeks. In case you missed the start of this series, I wrote El Plan: moving to Galicia, Spain in which I explain what’s going on.0