Madrid, Spain

This is probably the first city I could see myself living in. Perhaps its because I am able to speak somewhat decent Spanish and this has allowed me to engage more with locals. I feel quite comfortable in this city.

The architecture, the food, the people are all so beautiful and generous.

However, something strange occurs when I'm here. I keep seeing the faces of friends all around me. I do a quick double-take and realize it isn't them. I don't actually know them. A stranger.

Perhaps, it is because it is Day 49 on my journey? Or perhaps this city causes me to feel nostalgic? I don't entirely know the answer.

I felt a similar feeling my first few days in London, but I was able to determine that was loneliness stemming from dissatisfaction with my accommodations. This feeling of nostalgia(?), I don't entirely know where its stemming from yet. Something tells me it is most likely the rollercoaster ride of being a solo traveler; searching for something familiar in the unknown.