«I always knew that travelling alone is an experience that could help you grow up and see the world with real eyes. That’s what I did some time ago. I started in Seville, continued to Malaga, Granada and Lisbon to eventually end up in Madrid. The last stop was actually something I was waiting for several years in a row. Being a Real Madrid’s fan for over a decade, Madrid turned into being my home, the centar of my universe even before visiting it.
It was a rainy yet beautiful February night the first time I put a foot on Santiago Bernabeu. I remember my eyes filling with tears, my knees shaking and my skin being too tight to resist the feeling when I saw the players stepping on the field while the chimn was filling the gap between me and my idols who managed to beat Seville F.C. with 4:1. It was a ninety minute emotional shock with everlasting consequences. A kind of cultural event that made my dream come true. That’s why I decided to live it on my own, only me and my favourite people on my favourite place on Eaerth.
Never have I been happier before for doing a small but unforgettable trip on the Iberian Peninsula, staying in the famous party hostels in all of the cities I visited. It’s something one should not miss – visiting his favourite places and doing more of what makes him happy. Alone! So he can enjoy it to the fullest»
(Elena, Republic of Macedonia)