The wooden door has an old fashion ring knocker and I tentatively raised my hand to it. Without any reason, my hands were shaking and the anxiety I felt at the moment was inexplicable. Why? I don't know to be honest. Probably the fear of failing. Will this trip be even worth it? This one thing was going on and on in my head despite Merissa's pep talk. I was placing too much hope and faith in this and only I knew the crashing disappointment I will feel if this doesn't go the way I want it to.
"Mia...its okay," Merissa murmured as we waited for the door to open. "Worst come to worst, we will enjoy great tapas and paella and go home, okay? It would be a bff's trip," I gave her a wry smile and nodded. We could hear footsteps thundering inside and then the door opened revealing a girl maybe a
