It’s sad to think that our time in Spain is already over! It’s currently 4 a.m. and I just finished packing for tomorrow. The weefee is out, which is not surprising at all. Our last three weeks have been a little rough with the spotty wifi, but we managed to power through with our reporting and writing regardless. In the meantime I’m writing this last post from Madrid on my notebook and will type it out when I get back to Boston.
Our last night in Madrid was really fun, It was bittersweet to realize that we won’t be spending any more time as a group tomorrow after we say bye at Logan. We’ve spent every minute of the last 5 weeks together and it’s definitely going to feel a little bit empty once we go our own way. Many of us started as strangers and now we’ve all become great friends and a part of this wonderful journalism family. We were all different in our own little way but we grew a lot as a team, and I’m truly going to miss it.
We sure had our ups and downs, moments when we were stressed, tired and frustrated but these were always out-shined by all the fun we had. There were definitely more positives than negatives and I think what made us stronger as a team was going through all of it together, and being able to understand and relate to what we were all experiencing, cheering for one another’s successes and helping each other when one of us struggled. This was especially true for us girls at the Batcave, I don’t think we could’ve done it without each others’ support through it all. From staying up late working on our stories, laughing our heads off at whatever shenanigans we were up to, to starting a collection of dirty pots and pans (then having to deal with cleaning it up) and fighting bats fearing we would catch a deathly disease, I can honestly say I really couldn’t have done it without the girls from the Batcave. In the end the good memories will outlive the less positive ones.
I took this photo at a cafe at the Sants train station in Barcelona right before we got on the train to Madrid. The words translate to: “The most beautiful moment of a trip is the memory of it.”
This might be a little cheesy, but it’s so true! I’ve been thinking a lot about the many great memories I made on this trip and it’s actually making me tear up a little. I’ll always look back on this trip and remember the amazing places I got to go with such an amazing group of people. I’m still amazed at how much we got accomplished during our time in Spain despite the many obstacles we each faced. I’m so glad I decided to come on the most challenging trip I’ve ever been on to do the two things I love doing the most: travel and journalism. I’m seriously not ready to say goodbye to this amazing experience. I could go on and on about how much I’m going to miss this team and being in Spain, but I should probably get more than three hours of sleep before getting on our flight tomorrow morning.
Hasta luego, España. It’s been real. I hope to come back really soon!