So I'm splitting my flight/s into 2 posts cuz the last one was too long, and also skipping the Lisbon part. Not that it wasn't nice, but I was there for less than 1hr, not much to say except the view from above for the first time sparked interest in me to actually visit it.
Finalmente! I was on my plane directly to Madrid, arrival 7:30ish. At this point I was too tired to be freaked out/excited like no other. Keep in mind that during this perilous journey of mine one the of the things that kept me from breaking down and crying, besides numerous attempts to distract myself with whatever was around me, was by repeatedly thinking "Everything will be okay."
As the captain announced our landing in Madrid, I stared out of the window next to me. The sun was setting behind mountains and tall buildings, as the smaller ones disappeared into the the orange-colored sky. This was it. My home for the next 2 1/2 months. Eso es. Ojala que estará todo que yo imaginé.
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