From Valencia, I went to Madrid, and here the mood of the trip changed again. After the more relaxed Valencia, Madrid seemed to me huge, energetic and very lively, and in a good way: people are going somewhere, cafes are full, some kind of life is constantly happening on the streets, and in the evening the city seems to decide that no one is going to sleep tonight. The Royal Palace I started exploring Madrid by walking through the center and gradually reached the Puerta del Sol, Plaza Mayor and the Royal Palace. I liked that many places here can be combined into one big walk, so I didn't feel like a person who runs all day between points on the map. Although, of course, the kilometers imperceptibly turned into kilometers again, and by evening my legs clearly wanted to apply for dismissal. I left a separate day for museums, because it would be strange to come to Madrid and not get to know its artistic side at least a little. After a few hours in the museum, I realized that the human brain also has a certain limit to art perception, so I decided to just walk around the streets and look for a place to have dinner. Catalan cream And here Madrid proved to be very convincing again. In the evening, I sat in a small cafe and ate Catalan cream. I liked the delicate Spanish dessert. People were talking around, someone was laughing, someone was having dinner with friends, tourists were passing by, and at that moment I didn't want to rush anywhere at all. I found myself thinking that it was for the sake of such evenings that we carry suitcases through train stations, look for the right platforms, get confused in maps and sometimes completely do not understand where the navigator has led us once again. Barcelona, Valencia and Madrid – three different moods After this trip, I especially liked how different the three cities turned out to be. Barcelona has remained for me a city of architecture, the sea, walking and a constant feeling that there will be something interesting around the next corner. Valencia is remembered for its quieter rhythm, old center, orange trees and the feeling that there is no need to rush somewhere. Madrid turned out to be completely different – big, energetic, noisy and very evening, when after sunset the city seems to be just beginning to really wake up. And that's why I liked putting it at the last point of the route: after the sea and the more relaxed Valencia, I ended the trip on a maximum urban note. How many days should I set aside for this route? If I were planning this trip again, I would have planned for about 9-10 days : four days for Barcelona, two or three for Valencia and three days for Madrid. Of course, you can do everything faster, especially if you just want to tick the boxes in front of the main attractions, but I don't really like this format anymore, because at some point the journey turns into running with a camera. Puerta del Sol It's much more pleasant for me to leave some free time between required places. That's when you can accidentally turn onto a beautiful street, linger in a cafe, go to a small store, buy something completely unnecessary, and then spend half the evening explaining to yourself why I definitely couldn't return home without this thing. What I took away from Spain This trip turned out exactly the way I like to remember traveling: with beautiful places, delicious food, long walks, small everyday failures and periodic moments of "so, where am I anyway?". Route Barcelona – Valencia – Madrid is good because it allows you to see completely different Spain in one trip and not get stuck in the same mood for the whole week. And I also once again became convinced that there is no such thing as an ideal trip, and there is no need. You can forget to charge, confuse the exit from the subway, get tired after another walk, accidentally order a huge portion of food and discover that the navigator sent you to the wrong place, but it is from such little things that the real memory of the trip develops. And if, after a few months, you remember not only Sagrada Familia, the City of Arts and Sciences and the Royal Palace, but also that very evening when you were sitting in a cafe and thinking "how nice it is here," then the trip definitely turned out.

After a few days in Barcelona, I went to Valencia. I especially liked this move, because after the hustle and bustle of Barcelona, Valencia feels a little calmer, although you can't exactly call it sleepy. In general, it seemed to me that the cities of Spain are very different in mood, and that's why the route with several stops turned out to be much more interesting than just a week in one place. The Gates of Valencia In Valencia, the first thing I did was go to the Barrio del Carmen quarter to see the Gates that were built in Valencia in the 14th-15th centuries. I felt so small against their background, but I didn't care, I was admiring the attraction in person, not in a picture from some blogger. It's funny, it turns out that now I'm a blogger. Then I walked without a specific goal, and along the way I constantly came across beautiful, in my opinion, streets, old buildings, small cafes and those same orange trees that for some reason make you stop every five minutes and take pictures of the street. I also liked the City of Arts and Sciences. After the old architecture of the center of Valencia, this place looks like someone decided to move a piece of the future right in the middle of the city. I walked around these white buildings for a long time, photographing reflections in the water and trying to make that perfect frame that I could then show my friends. City of Arts and Sciences Of course, the perfect shot didn't work out the first time. First, a random passerby got into the lens, then I somehow managed to press the wrong button myself, and then I discovered that I was standing on the wrong side from where I wanted to take pictures. As a result, there were a lot of photos, but the real victory was that among them there was one where everything finally looked like I had planned it that way on purpose. Valencia is a city where you want to slow down If Barcelona was associated with constant traffic, then Valencia seemed like a city where you want to slow down a little. Here, I allowed myself to sit in a cafe longer, didn't try to mark a new attraction on the map every hour, and could easily spend half the day just walking. And, of course, you can't talk about Valencia and not remember paella. I decided in advance that I would definitely try it here, because I wanted to compare real Valencian paella with what is usually offered in tourist places. In the end, I chose a restaurant, studied the menu for a long time, confidently ordered a dish, and then sat and thought about why the portion was designed for about a small Spanish football team. But these are the moments I love most when traveling. You can create a detailed route in advance, save dozens of places on the map and schedule every day by the hour, but then it's a random dinner, a lost street or an unexpected stop that turns out to be what you remember months later.

Barcelona: a long-awaited vacation to Spain I've long wanted to arrange a trip to Spain not based on the principle of "I flew to one city, saw the main sights and flew back", but rather a short trip around the country to feel the difference between the cities. In the end, I chose a route Barcelona – Valencia – Madrid , and now, remembering this trip, I think it was a very good option: first the sea, architecture and a bit of chaos, then a calm Valencia with orange trees, and finally a big, noisy and completely immodest Madrid. However, I expected that in a few days I would become a person who knows how to travel with light hand luggage, but in the end I dragged a suitcase through the Spanish streets with the expression of a person who personally quarreled with luggage. Barcelona – the beginning of the journey I arrived in Barcelona with the feeling that I had already seen the city a thousand times in photographs, so it would be difficult to surprise me. Of course, Spain decided to quickly explain to me how wrong I was. It was worth going outside, walking a few blocks and seeing the first unusual facades, balconies, palm trees and cafes, as it became clear that the photos did not convey this feeling of the city at all, which at the same time seems very familiar and completely new. I decided to spend the first day just walking, because after the road I didn't want to run a marathon around the sights. I walked around the Gothic Quarter, looked into small shops, sat in a cafe with coffee and a croissant, and periodically opened the map on my phone to figure out where I was at all. At some point, I realized that for twenty minutes I had been going completely the wrong way, but I decided not to get upset, because it is these random walks that often become the most pleasant memories. Expectation and reality Catholic Church of Sagrada Familia Without the Redemptive Sagrada Familia (Sagrada Familia) my trip to Barcelona was not complete. I saw hundreds of photos, so I expected about the same impression that arises when viewing a beautiful postcard, but in reality the scale of the building turned out to be completely different. You stand next to it, look up and realize that Gaudi clearly did not adhere to the principle of "the main thing is not to complicate things," because there are so many details, lines and unusual shapes that the eyes literally do not know what to cling to first. I also left Park Guell on the itinerary, although before the trip I thought that maybe once would be enough. On the spot, it quickly became clear that Barcelona was not very interested in my plans to save energy at all, because after the next climb I was already talking to myself exclusively mentally and dreaming of cool water. But then, when I stopped and looked at the city from above, all my indignation disappeared, and I decided again that Spain was beautiful, and my legs would somehow survive this vacation. When things don't go according to plan The most interesting thing about traveling does not begin when everything goes according to a pre-arranged schedule, but when life slightly interferes with the route. For example, one day I got so carried away with a walk that I returned to the hotel in the evening and found that the phone was almost empty, and I safely left the charger in the room in another bag. It seems like a small thing, but when you are in an unfamiliar city and you are used to constantly checking maps, schedules and tickets, suddenly the remaining ten percent of the battery begins to be perceived as a national treasure. In the evening, I just decided to put my phone away and go for a walk without it, because Barcelona will not disappear from this. I went outside again, found a small cafe, ordered dinner, and for the first time that day I stopped thinking about how many kilometers I had already walked. It was probably then that I finally realized that traveling is not a competition in terms of the number of attractions, but an opportunity to at least sometimes take my time.