Our apartment in Madrid was one of the first places we booked. It was to be our last stop before we boarded our plane home and so we wanted to make sure we had somewhere easy, not in a hostel, not shared, etc. etc. The night before you board an international flight back home is not the night you want to be making friends in the hostel living room and ignoring your packing… At least for me, anyways.
So we booked this place. It’s real cute. Real real cute. Fairly well priced, centrally located (in the gay district of Madrid, which was fun!), the guy who owned it and showed us around when we arrived was great… I could go on.
Sam is going to read this though and laugh because I’m leaving out something important: You should have seen the bathroom! It was SO tiny that you couldn’t sit down on the toilet straight. Like, you had to angle your knees to the side to even imagine it working. And you had to step over the toilet to get to the shower. Like, climb on the toilet or awkwardly step over. And also, in case you think, “Oh, that’s not tooooo bad,” the door was sticky and you couldn’t close it or you would risk getting locked in. We both accidentally closed it once and had to shout to the other person to come and help us push and pull and wiggle the door until it popped open.
It didn’t end up being a huge deal, but we’ll always laugh about this place. It couldn’t have been an apartment in its previous life. If I lived here, I would take the sink out, force people to wash hands in the kitchen, which is like ten steps away, and turn the toilet so you could actually sit. And have a moment of breathing in between the shower and the toilet… Europe. So small. Hah!
Other than that, though. This place was the best. I was/am really in to the decor. Helllloooo, awesome. All white walls, retro/vintage decor, and a comfy bed? Yes, please. There were a few pieces that seemed out of place to me, but over all, it was awesome. I posted a pic of the entire living room on Instagram, too. See it here, if you want a full image of the space. The yellow couch was my favorite. I think. The posters really made the space, too.
This woman actually inspired me to do some painting when I got home. See my version of her eyes here. The massive poster/painting I made is actually still hanging in my room. I think it’s great and keep telling myself I should get it framed. I need a room that fits it, first, I suppose.
The craziest thing about this apartment for me was leaving it. Our last morning in Madrid was our last morning in Spain was our last morning in Europe. When we had booked the apartment in the first place, I had imagined it this way, the leaving bit, but when we finally packed up and headed out to the train station, it was weird. Even though we had been packing up plenty of times, this time we need to do it differently, for a plane. We put liquids and heavy things in our big bags, important or expensive things in our little bags.
My bag is SO much bigger than Sam’s. It’s a little bit insane. To be fair, I had enough things for a month in Africa (Uganda) in there, too. Not that the time was a thing that affected it, but more than I had an entire different climate to deal with when I was there. I had very little cross over between what I used all the time in Europe and what I used all the time in Uganda.
These photos of us, taken in the doorway of our little apartment, are bittersweet memories. We were both ready to be home by then. Ready to not be on trains. Ready to see our families. (Got a little homesick at month two.) But the moment we started packing up, you had to drag me to the station. All of a sudden there were a million things more that I wanted to do, a million more places I wanted to see.
I suppose it’s this drive to keep exploring, even when you LOVE your home, that is the reason why I will always, always continue to travel.
VISIT / You can rent our tiny Madrid apartment on AirBnB right here. At the time of this post, it was going for $83/night.
See more from the two months we spent backpacking through Europe right here and browse more posts from Spain right here. If I ever add more posts from Madrid (which I hope to!), you’ll be able to find them right here.