4 days and Counting

Today we are chilling in Valencia, Spain. The past few days have been insane. I don´t regret staying for the extra seven days, but we are totally counting down to the flight that will take us home sweet home. 

Here is a little insight into what we´ve been up to since we disconnected from the group.

Day one involved a six hour train into the Cinque Terre. Once we got there, we didn´t have a hostel booked, so we were planning on hanging out in the train station until the sun came up and we could safely hit the beach. Turns out we got to hit the beach a whole lot sooner than day break. 

I can now officially say that I´ve slept on a beach in the Cinque Terre. Definitely one for the books, but not something I´m aiming to repeat anytime soon.

We awoke to the sun rising over the mountains and the waves crashing on the ocean. Luckily all of our possessions were still there and we were safe and sound. We spent lots of time in the water, lots of time looking for our ´hostel´ which ended up being a loft apartment looking out over the ocean, and lots of time just hanging out. 

Most of the next two days were spent on trains. Literally. 30 hours worth of trains to get into Spain. It was insane, but somehow not as bad as I thought it would be. We met an Aussie named Freya who traveled with us for a few trains, and had great conversation with her. 

Spain, oh Spain. My least favorite country as of yet. I think first impressions are lasting, because that´s the only way I can explain how much I dislike this place. I´ve never felt more uncomfortable.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I will be home in FOUR DAYS! 7 weeks later, and I´m finally coming home. 

It has been the trip of a lifetime, I´ve learned so much about myself, I´ve grown closer to God and some awesome people on this trip, and I have memories and stories to last forever. 

But, there´s no place like home. And I am SO ready to be there. 

Now for another full day of trains, a day in Paris, and then one last day in Vienna.