This weekend was the start of one of many independent travel adventures during my time in Spain. It’s always a bit frightening to travel solo, especially so far from home. However, of all the first solo trips to take, this one was the best by far, due to its low-stress nature. I was on my way to visit a friend in Valencia, so all I really needed to worry about were flights and buses. The rest, she would know how to do.
I rushed home from class, grabbing my backpack and booking it to the bus station. I clung to my passport tightly as I approached the ticket lady to purchase my bus ticket on the way to the airport.
With each step I grew more nervous. What if I missed the bus? What if there weren’t any more seats? Or what if I made it to the airport but missed my plane? My brain came up with worry after worry as I stood in line, waiting to purchase my bus ticket. However, I managed to get from the bus to the airport without a problem, and then onto my plane.
I enjoyed a relaxing layover in Madrid, and landed at midnight in Valencia without a hitch. I rushed out of the plane, seeing my friend and her mom waiting for me at the end of the airport. We drove back to her apartment and I passed out quickly, exhausted from a long week of school and the stress of travel. Although my first night was far from exciting, the best was yet to come.