La Primera Semana

We have been here for a week and it is kind of starting to feel like home, or at least a routine. I would honestly consider living here at some point in my life. I feel like it’s making me a appreciate the things I take for granted…liiike clothes dryers, for example. Downside to that- my underwear is currently swinging outside on a wire. Vicki was pretttttty tired today after doing our first loads of laundry, good thing she’s got her smokes and her little chair in front of her television. The other night she didn’t want anyone to talk to her because it was the finale of the television series that she had been watching for a year, she was quite into it.




At dinner last night, Vicki came to the table holding a dead snail in the palm of her hand and explained how it is extra good with tomato salsa. She was making a little snail stew looking thing that she showed us a picture of for Vicki Jr. and Alfonso that night. I’m all up for trying new things, but I think snails miiight be crossing the line for me.



We are meeting people from all over Europe. Sevilla is a hoppin´ place. Last night we met a German boy who attempted to get our attention with the pickup line, “ Do you know karate?” and after a reply, “Cause your body is kickin’!” Haha whaaaat a winner. Thank you, sir, you were my first live impression of a German.  I also met a Spanish breakdancer who told me he could spin on his head. 



We made some new friends from our program, most are from Wisconsin. One girl was here last semester too, so she has been very helpful in showing us the ropes. We walk a lot, a lot. Even at night between bars, I think I walked 5 miles one night. Most stores close down from about 3-5 for a siesta—naptime. We are finding that the siesta is pretty key and the reason people can stay out so late.


Random facts:

One girl already left the program and went home. But we are all keep on keepin´ on. None of us even want to leave.

I miss avocados and Haley´s Cheez-It stash is rapidly diminishing.

Mama Vicki has a car, but never really uses it.  Alfonso recently crashed it.  I don´t see why one would ever even need a car here.  You can walk everywhere or taxis are very cheap.  They have these buses that run along tracks in the street.  Those who do drive look kind of crazy as they do it and I would be scared to be behind the wheel.  Anyone who has driven with me in a car in America would second that.

The crossing signs chirp like birds as you cross, which is pretty helpful for the blind I suppose.  America should implement these.

We saw Vicki Jr.´s high school today, it has a big open courtyard in the middle.  I´m sure it´s no Sion ...although they have one of the most beautiful churches I´ve ever seen connected to it. 

We are all happy and being very safe!
Hasta Luego!