I recently got back from Madrid. Unlike the usual Dutch vacation, this trip is worth to me a lot more than just the customary summer getaway. It marked my 25th birthday and I celebrated it at the airport of a city I never dreamed of going. The first 12 hours of my birthday was spent sleeping on the cold floor of Madrid airport, in the window seat of Ryan Air, on the front seat of a bus going to Brussels and in the train going to Zeeland. Although I didn’t plan of spending it almost alone, I am glad that I had time to ponder on so many things that I wouldn’t have thought of while celebrating surrounded with family, friends and love ones.