Because we were in Barcelona for so long, we knew we wanted to take advantage of the time we had and visit some of the awesome towns around Barcelona.
After a very stressful month of traveling, we were ecstatic to be settling down in Barcelona for an entire week. An entire week of not having to pack and lug around our backpacks seemed like a dream!
Originally we weren’t planning to go to Valencia. I can’t really remember the reason why, maybe it had something to do with cost, but our original plan was to go to a small coastal town called Almeria, after our time in Seville. However, after talking with some friends who loved Valencia and realizing that it was not to be missed, we decided to scrap our original plans and make a three day pit-stop to Valencia on our way to Barcelona.
Similarly to Madrid, we went into the Seville trip knowing that it was going to be hot. And man, were we right. I mean, they don’t nickname a city, “the hottest city in Europe” for no reason. In hindsight, it was probably pretty dumb of us to visit Seville in the middle of August, but we heard from many of our friends how beautiful it is, and we didn’t want to pass it by.
Madrid is too hot
Everybody warned us that Madrid was going to be incredibly hot in August, but we still weren’t prepared for it. The city is right in the middle of Spain, land locked, and over 100 degrees every single day. I was sweating out of places I didn’t even know were possible.
Similar to San Sebastián, our Airbnb in Madrid was a private room in someone’s home. This time we stayed with a young woman named Odette whose apartment is located in the Malasaña neighborhood of Madrid.
Wait. We spent three days in Madrid? When did that happen? I remember being extremely hot for 72 hours… Is that when we were there?
I’m only kind of kidding.
After the Paris apartment debacle, we were starting to feel a little skeptical about staying in Airbnb homes for the entire trip. After all, that tiny, dirty, box WAS rated highly when we booked it in April. So either previous guests were lying or the place got worse by the time we stayed there (I think both are somewhat accurate).
After every city (or whenever he gets around to it), Casey will be doing a short guest blog to share some of his experiences, lessons learned and relationship advice that he has gathered along the way. Only fair, I guess, since he’s on this trip too. All opinions expressed are his own and are not reflective of the owner of this blog. (aka: Please do not judge me based on his posts.)
To get to San Sebastian we took an early morning train from Paris. For our first time navigating the European train system and not speaking the language, I’d say it was a pretty smooth process.