A quick detour.

Right before I started my journey, I briefly got to meet my brothers first girlfriend for the first time, and by briefly I mean we picked them up on the way to the airport. Considering our time together was so short and I barely had time to get to know her, my brother and I had planned for me to come home for a week. But before that, I went to visit some friends in Spain.

I first arrived in Madrid, where I only stayed for two nights. I explored the city a bit and met up with my cousin and his wife, whom I hadn’t seen in a long time. The next day I took the train to Ourense. Here my dear friends and best roommate at the Pink Palace picked me up. It had been a while and we were happy to see eachother again. We went road tripping every day, I met some of their friends and they showed me around their village. It was an amazing, real local experience that I hold dear to my heart.

After three days, I took the train back to Madrid and hopped on a plane home. My brother and his girlfriend picked me up from the airport and together we surprised our parents, who had no idea I was coming back, only for a while. I enjoyed my time back home, but was ready for the rest of my journey.