TWO WEEKS IN VALENCIA
Travelling solo is a mix of emotions and experiences. On the one hand, it is freeing and confidence building. Here I am, hopping across the pond, finding my way through airports and public transit systems in a foreign country, arriving at the apartment which is to be my home in Valencia for two weeks. Although my sixth time in Spain, my first time in Valencia. On the other hand, it can also be challenging, obstacles that would be negligible at home, loom larger in a place where you don’t speak the language (apart from a few words and phrases), don’t really know the culture, and don’t know a soul. Jet lag, sleepless nights, and a strange prickly heat kind of rash that you’ve never encountered before while travelling (but you attribute to some skin sensitivity caused by recent antibiotics) can undermine that confidence. But this is what travel is about, isn’t it? Stretching to find ways of navigating yourself when you’re out of your comfort zone. Travel is not all glamour and fun...
