Gibaja (Cantabria, España)
We're leaving Spain a month earlier than planned. It's not our country. I'm looking forward to France, to Brittany, although I'm not sure where this joy comes from. Is it because I'm happy to leave here, or truly because I'm excited to be there again?
Of the three accommodations we've stayed in during our three months in Spain, the last one is the worst. We haven't gone hiking here once. Apart from one long walk on Laredo beach and a few walks here in the village, plus two trips to Santander and one to Bilbao, we spent most of our time in the accommodation.
I've worked a lot here and slept little. My rhythm has been disrupted since that weekend when the apartment next to us was very lively. Since then, I haven't gotten to bed before midnight and rarely sleep through the night. I hardly feel rested. Many things during the day are therefore very difficult for me.
So what am I taking away from this? Which memories will remain? Already now, I fondly remember the sunsets in Manresa, that very pleasant accommodation. I also like to remember the calm sea and the wide horizon in Benitachell, the peace at both places and that sense of comfort. None of that exists here.
I'm leaving with disillusionment and deep disappointment. Currently, I'm certain I won't set foot in this country again. There are so many countries to discover that will hopefully suit me better. This one definitely isn't it. That's a shame; somewhere, I had hoped we could like it here and find a nice place to settle down. That's not the case.
Nevertheless, I try to look at it positively. I now know that we can rule out this country. I'm curious to see how Brittany will affect me now. I'm looking forward to it anyway. What has always remained constant during our travels in France is this excitement for the next destination. Sometimes I was disappointed, but often enough positively surprised. Let's find out anew.
We're leaving Spain a month earlier than planned. It's not our country. I'm looking forward to France, to Brittany, although I'm not sure where this joy comes from. Is it because I'm happy to leave here, or truly because I'm excited to be there again?
Of the three accommodations we've stayed in during our three months in Spain, the last one is the worst. We haven't gone hiking here once. Apart from one long walk on Laredo beach and a few walks here in the village, plus two trips to Santander and one to Bilbao, we spent most of our time in the accommodation.
I've worked a lot here and slept little. My rhythm has been disrupted since that weekend when the apartment next to us was very lively. Since then, I haven't gotten to bed before midnight and rarely sleep through the night. I hardly feel rested. Many things during the day are therefore very difficult for me.
So what am I taking away from this? Which memories will remain? Already now, I fondly remember the sunsets in Manresa, that very pleasant accommodation. I also like to remember the calm sea and the wide horizon in Benitachell, the peace at both places and that sense of comfort. None of that exists here.
I'm leaving with disillusionment and deep disappointment. Currently, I'm certain I won't set foot in this country again. There are so many countries to discover that will hopefully suit me better. This one definitely isn't it. That's a shame; somewhere, I had hoped we could like it here and find a nice place to settle down. That's not the case.
Nevertheless, I try to look at it positively. I now know that we can rule out this country. I'm curious to see how Brittany will affect me now. I'm looking forward to it anyway. What has always remained constant during our travels in France is this excitement for the next destination. Sometimes I was disappointed, but often enough positively surprised. Let's find out anew.