Something about FN

There is something about travelling alone that gives me a good feeling. 

Going at your own pace through security, getting a coffee and a croissant and sit down enjoying a good book while waiting for your gate to show up. Walking to the gate (because I gave myself plenty of time arriving early) and waiting it out. Sitting down next some complete strangers who you end up sharing a few words with, in whatever language you both understand (or the language of pointing to things and nodding your head). If you are lucky enough to sit by the window, enjoy the view. See how little things are when you are 10.000 metres above the ground flying at 750 km per hour looking at the melted snow on the top of the Alps, realising it was just over a month ago when they were white coated rocks. There is just something about it. Also about arriving, running, rushing to your bus or train or boat because to get around in Central Europe you may need all three. 

There is just something about it. 

There is also something about this place I'm at that I can not seem to describe. Not sure if it is the people, the place or the memories. I'm sure it is a mix. 

There is something different about a sunny day in the rest of Europe that you don't see in Spain. People out having picnics, kids dipping their toes in the river, hundreds of sailing boats floating like ducks. There is just something about it. 

Then you see your friends, friends you haven't seen for a few months but friends you made while spending some of the best months of your life (as cheesy as it sounds, everyone who studies abroad will agree), they may be waiting in their room or they may come running at you as if you were giving away free food. There is definitely something about that. There is also something about them, the ones who became your closest allies, your best friends, your mother or even the bad influences. There is something about them that obligates you to thank the country for putting them near you, and hate the distance that is now between you. 

There is something about Erasmus. 

There is something about going back. 

I can't begin to describe what it is like to chill on the lake, to rent a speed boat, jump in (ice) cold water, (maybe I exaggerate a bit) and see lightly snow topped Alps in the background, to enjoy one of the prettiest sunsets I've seen. There is just something about it.

There is just something about it, that makes you want to do it all over again but at the same time can't be compared to any previous or future abroad experiences.

Thank you Friedrichshafen. There is just something about you.