“What the hell am I doing here?” I thought while climbing the stairs of the metro station. When I arrived in the street, rain was pouring onto the glistening boardwalk. It was 23.00, and I had arrived in Madrid 1,5 hours earlier and was desperate for a place to rest. Where was my fucking Airbnb?
Don't trust your feelings, they might change
Don't trust your feelings, they might change
Don't trust your feelings, they might change
“What the hell am I doing here?” I thought while climbing the stairs of the metro station. When I arrived in the street, rain was pouring onto the glistening boardwalk. It was 23.00, and I had arrived in Madrid 1,5 hours earlier and was desperate for a place to rest. Where was my fucking Airbnb?