I have to admit, I’m a pretty nervy traveller. It takes me a few good weeks to get to grips with feeling comfortable in a new area. Previously to departing Melbourne, I’d been told time and time again to keep your wallet in the front of your pants, of which I believe contributed to somewhat of a personal paranoia rather than just helpful advise. I also had initial doubts about what I had packed, If I was truly able to ride on European roads, if I’d go mad with loneliness or simply starve to death. Then I realised, its purely the start of a journey – one of which you must relax into and enjoy the ebbs and flows.
The first port of call is Barcelona. I booked out 5 days through an Airbnb host in order to get a comfortable bed to sort out some jetlag and get myself on my feet. It was just the ticket. Barcelona is a busy place, the majority of its residents live ontop of each other in pancake apartments (made out of pancakes), which seem to be in an endless grid configuration with pedestrian roads called “Rambla’s” in between, its pretty overwhelming at the start, but it works and its fairly simple to figure out. At least the 1.50 Euro 6-pack of half decent beer from the supermarket “Consum” down the road didn’t hurt!