One year ago, when the leaves were getting red because of the sun hitting them, I was taking my first steps far from home.
Another country, another city, other customs.
The suffocation I felt on the first days quickly went away and let lots of space for discovering and amazement.
My first walk never led me much farther than the end of the street: afraid of getting lost in such a big, noisy and tumultuous city.
But it didn’t take much time before I ventured out in search of new experiences.
Walking along the boulevards, crossing the streets of the city centre, getting to know the parks and their thousands of wonders.
I’ve loved Madrid since the very first second.
One year ago, I had an incomplete vision of the city, of all its different parts I could only see like unattached pieces floating away from each other.
And today I finally see them all together like a big and beautiful puzzle.
One year ago, I was learning the people’s way of life.
I struggled to meet new friends.
I was learning the language, the habits, and life as it is here.
But I was still feeling lost, everything was new for me.
I was finding out new feelings, new sensations: the wind in the trees makes another noise, the sunbeam illuminate the city in a different way, the streets have a new smell, I hear noises I didn’t know.
And everything is moving so fast…
One year ago I wasn’t sure of it yet but I had just taken a huge step into my future.