Madrid: Getting used to getting lost


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Hi! My name is Emily, and I’m directionally challenged. I’m the girl whose eyes are constantly glued to my phone turning in circles trying to orient Google Maps. As a passenger in the car I’ll arrive at a destination with no idea how to return back to my starting point if I was asked to take the wheel. Struggling to navigate my way through American cities like New York or Los Angeles, I was slightly concerned about getting around in a foreign city where I don’t even speak the language fluently.

Before I left for Madrid, I asked my mom, who had studied abroad in London as junior in college, how she could possibly navigate through Europe without an iPhone. Apparently, a sense of direction and paper maps were all she needed. It completely boggled my mind how she not only found her way through London, but also traversed through Europe on a backpacking trip without Google Maps planning her every move.

Yet, four weeks into my semester abroad and most of my navigational qualms have been suppressed. I know each different neighborhood in the center of Madrid and the best route to each from my apartment. I know how to get to school and back taking the Metro or walking. Much to my surprise, finding my way across the city through Madrid’s public transit system has been a piece of cake.

While I still have to turn in circles sometimes when I walk out of the Metro station slightly disoriented, it’s never long before I’m off to my destination. Even if I will always remain a little directionally challenged, Madrid is teaching me to become more comfortable with getting lost. I can meander the city freely knowing that I will always find my way home (with a little help from Google Maps here and there of course), or hop in a Metro station if my legs get tired and figure out my best route home.

There was something about getting lost that used to scare me. After a month in Madrid I’ve learned (through trial and error) that getting “lost” is nothing to be afraid of. It’s even kind of fun. If I didn’t let myself get lost every now and then I wouldn’t have found half of my favorite restaurants and stores.

In fact, getting lost has been the best way for me to learn the city.