Moving to another city, country, continent, or wherever you are moving to or from, it’s hard anyway. Unless you are taking all your family, friends and everyone you care about with you, then it may not be that hard. But we do it regardless of how difficult it could be because we have the determination to achieve or gain something better or different than what we had at that point. It’s that necessity some have to keep moving forward to new things that allow us to jump off the cliff hoping there’s a net at the bottom. (That’s a Divergent reference btw).
I moved to Madrid, Spain, on September 23rd. of 2015 from Caracas, Venezuela. I had lived all my life there (yes, I know I’m only 18 years old but still), and a good 95% of my loved ones were and are still there. Luckily, I didn’t move here all by myself (*please listen to Zoella signing "All by myself). But it's true that some of the people that I couldn’t bring with me are the most important ones. Buuut, let’s not take a turn into an emotional mess post, even though that one would be incredibly easy to write since I’ve filled almost an entire notebook with it already.
Anyhow! Because I’m in a new city, a new country, and basically all these past couple of months have been about learning, knowing and seeing, I wanted to start a new space to review and share pictures about some of my new discoveries. Hello Madrid! It’s my space to do so. I was listening to “Hello, Goodbye” by The Beatles and I thought it was an appropriate name. I hope this section turns into Hello Everything!, with trips to Germany, United States, France, and many others, with my all time favorite LONDON, of course.
For my first post about Madrid, I’m focussing on my favorite place here so far: Madrid Río. It’s a park that surrounds the Manzanares River and it follows it for more than 10 kilometers. Personally, I love how peaceful and welcoming it is, with its wide walkways, benches, adult size slides, bridges and more assets that I haven’t had a chance to see. I haven’t walked it all yet, but I will! But I have gone back there a couple of times and, regardless of whether it was night or day, I didn’t want to leave anyway.
Madrid Río feels like a place where you could go in the middle of the night and some amazing love story would begin. I’ll try it and let you know. Maybe I’ll write a book and that’s how the main characters meet… I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I got the same feeling when I walked into Hyde Park in London. Like that was definitely my safe place in the big scary city.
What would you say it’s your safe place?
I moved to Madrid, Spain, on September 23rd. of 2015 from Caracas, Venezuela. I had lived all my life there (yes, I know I’m only 18 years old but still), and a good 95% of my loved ones were and are still there. Luckily, I didn’t move here all by myself (*please listen to Zoella signing "All by myself). But it's true that some of the people that I couldn’t bring with me are the most important ones. Buuut, let’s not take a turn into an emotional mess post, even though that one would be incredibly easy to write since I’ve filled almost an entire notebook with it already.
Anyhow! Because I’m in a new city, a new country, and basically all these past couple of months have been about learning, knowing and seeing, I wanted to start a new space to review and share pictures about some of my new discoveries. Hello Madrid! It’s my space to do so. I was listening to “Hello, Goodbye” by The Beatles and I thought it was an appropriate name. I hope this section turns into Hello Everything!, with trips to Germany, United States, France, and many others, with my all time favorite LONDON, of course.
For my first post about Madrid, I’m focussing on my favorite place here so far: Madrid Río. It’s a park that surrounds the Manzanares River and it follows it for more than 10 kilometers. Personally, I love how peaceful and welcoming it is, with its wide walkways, benches, adult size slides, bridges and more assets that I haven’t had a chance to see. I haven’t walked it all yet, but I will! But I have gone back there a couple of times and, regardless of whether it was night or day, I didn’t want to leave anyway.
Madrid Río feels like a place where you could go in the middle of the night and some amazing love story would begin. I’ll try it and let you know. Maybe I’ll write a book and that’s how the main characters meet… I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I got the same feeling when I walked into Hyde Park in London. Like that was definitely my safe place in the big scary city.
What would you say it’s your safe place?