You probably have already caught up with it, but I consider Madrid to be my home. My true home. Even though the language was different (and so were some of the costumes) but I considered it to be my home for five months and I still do it as today.
Madrid was the place that I met myself, where I started to understand what I truly was, what I wanted to be and do. It was also the city that I felt most comfortable with and for that, I will be forever grateful for Madrid.
However, Lisbon is the city that I live in and is like a second home. It has everything – sea, mountain and nice people. It also has tourists that are honestly very rude and have no sense of normal behavior and common sense (it’s a road, please get out of there!)
Lisbon has its good and its bad and for that, is wonderful. It has taught me that there is always good and bad in things and people, but that shouldn’t be determining of its character.