I will never forget my first glimpse of Spain nearing the end of my 28-hour journey from New Zealand to Madrid. The memory is vivid, for it was the moment everything felt real. Whether it was the Spanish desert, or the airplane breakfast of olives and cheese, I felt engulfed by a new world. Prior to that moment the idea of Spain had been just a fantasy, but now, it was coming to life. And whether it was the declining altitude, or the realization that there was no turning back, my stomach dropped.