So here it was, the trip I had been dreaming of. The day had come and I was more anxious than excited, I had the sense that I was going somewhere but no one was expecting me. No one would be there to say “hey Good job you made it!” and then id flip my hair and say “yeah it was no sweat at all” I was on my own. SOLO. I did a fine job of getting on the plane in one piece, managed not too lose my boarding pass or passport. Mama wasn’t with me but her voice kept asking me where they were and that made me super paranoid that I must have checked my bag every 5 minutes. Yep still there! Now I mentioned that I got the tickets for a really cheap price and so that meant they basically just get you to your destination, you want some water? That would be 3 Euros Please. You don’t expect us to give you free water do you? Lesson number two, take some snacks and water with you if it’s a budget flight or be like me who spent 3 hours at 39,000 ft dreaming of a glass of water because 3 euros is approximately 1365 naira and in Nigeria that can get me at least 13 bottles of water, at least I think It was that high up. Oh and take a book or something to keep you occupied because they have no entertainment system. Did I mention Budget flight? My anxiety started to slowly disappear as we began to descend into Spain, the thought that I had actually made it to another country alone had a sense of satisfaction and there was definitely no going back now. It was time to get lost in Barcelona, literally but first water! Getting to a new country the rules change, the language changes, and the system changes. I’d like to think that I am a good navigator, you know I got the whole Moana thing going for me and all but this one threw me off. If you know me you’d know I have a things for trains (I mean they are super cool, everyone should have a thing for trains) and so I decided a train was the best way to get into the city. The ticket machine was confusing and I just stood there for a whole 10 minutes pressing buttons but nothing seemed to make sense. I must have looked like a lost puppy because an operator had to come help me out before I was on my way. The thing is there’ll always be people along the way willing to help, whether is out of the kindest of their hearts or because they are getting paid to do so you won’t have to look far and they’ll be there. So what’s the first thing you do when commuting in a new country? Look out the window and be amazed, the realization that I was somewhere I knew absolutely no one made me eager for what was to come. I guess in all that eagerness I must have gone and lost my ticket because when we got to the train station I couldn’t get out. I was about to start panicking and lose my head but I wanted to seem like I knew where I was and where I was going so I acted cool. I walked up to the control and said I had lost my ticket, he looked at me started speaking Spanish or Catalan I don’t quite know the difference yet and making gestures to my ticket. I started to lose my cool slowly and almost like he could smell my fear he rubbed his index fingers to his thumbs indicating money. I wasn’t about to hand over another 4.50 Euros and so I just kept speaking English to him looking confused. He finally gave up and let me go through and in return I gave him a smile, lesson definitely learned! Continuing with my navigation and looking for the next train I somehow ended up outside, unsure of where to go I decided it wouldn’t hurt to ask for direction. So far my luck hadn’t been terrible, I scanned around and I saw a lady sitting down smoking a cigarette. I figured she was in no rush and wouldn’t mind being disturbed, I walked up to her and politely asked for directions. She looked at me and the second her mouth opened I knew it was a wrong move she started very loudly almost yelling like a crazy person and everyone around started staring and I didn’t understand what she was saying guess it’s safe to say she didn’t speak English. I quickly started to back up saying never mind and got the hell out of there. Lesson number three, don’t ask a crazy person on the street for advice. Not that I need to tell you this, you probably make better life choices than I do. After another hour of trains and walking with help of the advice I got from a sane person I finally arrived at the hostel. I didn’t know what to expect but it was like coming home. They were welcoming, genuinely happy to see me and finally people that were speaking English, all of a sudden I wasn’t SOLO anymore. They explained what I needed to know about the city, how to get around, what to do, and what not to do and when I was finally settled I got a message from my sister that said “You made it!” and I replied “yeah it was no sweat at all” if only she knew.