Want to know what happened to me less than an hour after arriving in Sevilla, Spain? Well, I’m going to tell the few people who are actually reading this either way.

After we deplaned, I got my bag from baggage claim and then walked through the airport exit doors.

A couple of people on my study abroad program were on the same flight as me, and since everyone on our program had to meet at the same hotel, we decided that it would be cheaper to take the airport bus than split a taxi. (Looking back, that was not the move, but hindsight is 20/20.)

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So, for those of you who are dying to know how I dealt with my suitcase when it was time to fly home at the end of my summer of a lifetime in Sevilla, I will tell you.

Now, the normal, and probably easier, thing to have done would have just been to toss my one-wheeled suitcase and buy a new one, but did I do that?

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I hope a theme that you’re starting to get from my blog is that while traveling isn’t always easy or perfect, it’s worth it.

This past summer, my friend, who goes to my college and who was also au pairing in Madrid, and I flew to Ibiza, Spain one weekend. We booked an Airbnb to stay in (which is usually the move when you’re trying to find an affordable place to stay).

I’ve stayed in a handful of Airbnbs, but this experience was a first: we had a private room in a woman’s apartment, while she was staying there. I had never had to interact with an Airbnb host before. While this lady was sweet as could be, she had not one, but two cats.

Every cat-lover always gasps and gets defensive when I say that I don’t like cats, but I have two valid reasons:

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What I am about to share with you is one of my favorite memories from Anita, little Ana, my 7-year-old host sister from last summer. I hope that it makes you smile or laugh.

So, here goes.

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