I have never really had wanderlust until recently. I have always been fairly independant and I loved going abroad but I preferred to go on holiday with other people. I felt that it was unsafe to travel alone, I was also scared that I would end up making misakes, missing buses ect and that I would be bored and lonely.
How wrong was I!
It was late June when I read a blog post (www.baconismagic.com) about a place in Spain where you can help Spaniards learn English through a language immersion programme. It sounded like the perfect holiday for a solo traveller and an interesting way to help get experience for any TEFL jobs that I wish to apply for in the future!
So I applied and was nearly immediately accepted (They must have thought that I have had quite an interesting life beasuse I listed all of my 1043 hobbies…) Initially I was over the moon but after taking some time to digest the thought I felt very nervous. I thought ‘what if I don’t like the place’, ‘what if I don’t like the people’. I then booked my flights to Madrid and decided to spend some days exploring Madrid after the weeks course. Even if I was alone Madrid seemed like the perfect place to explore with its amazing bars, museums, art galleries and parks!
A few days before the trip I decided to take just hand luggage. People who know me will know that I do not tend to travel light so it took quite a lot of work deciding on my capsule wardrobe for 2 weeks in Spain! I was unable to take any of my beloved vintage clothes too in case my shampoo exploded in my case son the day there.
But here I was, at Liverpool airport ready to board the plane. I had booked and arranged everything myself and I felt terribly proud. I had booked a hostel for the first night in Madrid and even decided to navigate the metro rather than take the easy option of a taxi from the airport! I felt so independant and free as I stepped on the plane.
I was doing it! I was going on holiday alone!
Madrid here I come!!