I’d be lying if I said
that I wasn’t looking forward to blogging all week. Even though I journal every
day, it’s more fun to blog because I’m telling a story to other people as
opposed to recording it just for myself. I like the opportunity for my inner author
to come out-did I ever tell you that I want to write a book? Before we get to
chapter 2, I just wanted to let you know that 1. I’ve started to put pictures
up on Facebook and 2. I have a Spanish blog as well; it’s less stories and more
my thoughts on various things. You can check that out at https://nopasanadablog.wordpress.com/.
Without further ado,
here’s chapter 2!
Let me set the scene:
it’s colder this morning so I’m eating inside at Granier on calle Asuncion. I
have a plain old cafe con leche and a caña de chocolate. They’re warm and
yummy. I managed to order everything and answer questions without faltering in
my Spanish. My laptop battery is half dead so I need to focus.
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| Off to the market! (thanks Asian tourists!) |
Last week after I
finished blogging and had lunch, I went on an adventure to Alameda de Hercules.
A few of the girls who live in the neighborhood next to me went to a “medieval
market” with their host family that morning and told me that it was cool, so I
decided to check it out. Now I’m just going to assume that you know nothing
about the geography of Sevilla and tell you that it’s at least 2 miles from my
house. Of course, I didn’t pay attention to that as I put on my sandals and
didn’t grab my water bottle. After trekking across town, I found it. It was so
cool! There were a bunch of vendors, everything from meat and cheese and
jewelry to cool themed stalls where you could drink tea in an Arabian style
tent or try your hand at making pottery. I spent a bit of time watching kids
try and make bowls on the pottery wheel before a gelato stand caught my eye.
Now it could have been the heat (85 degrees) that attracted me or it could have
been the fact that they made their cones by hand right there. I watched for a
minute before deciding that some chocolate gelato would be the most amazing
thing ever. As I was about to order a huge family beat me to it. I spent
probably 20 minutes waiting (since they had to make the cones and wait until
they cooled down) but in reality the family was adorable and I’m now an expert
in the ancient art of cone making. When I finally did get it, it was nice and
cold but I regretted my decision immediately for two reasons. The first was
that gelato does not quench your thirst and the second was that I walked by a
sangria vendor. I know I could have easily gotten something to drink, but let’s
be honest I’m too cheap for that. After walking around a bit I decided to start
heading in the general direction of home, but taking the back (shady) roads. I
ran into a woman from California who was looking for a museum and tried to help
her (using the “maps.me” app-LIFESAVER). We weren’t successful so I continued
on my way and after walking past Nuestra Señora de Buenos Libros (my new
favorite Virgin) I found myself in the plaza of the museum we had been looking
for. I was sad that I wasn’t able to help the lady find it, but then SURPRISE,
5 minutes later she walked right into the same plaza. Unfortunately it was
closed, but we had a nice conversation anyway.
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| Cone maker |
On Monday we started
orientation classes, they’re interesting but I’m just really excited to start
regular classes. I’m going to be taking (at the moment) three “cursos concertados”
which are for American students but taught by the university professors and one
“curso regular” meaning a regular university class. I’m a bit nervous for it
but my host mother says that I’ll be fine. I’m also excited because I think
that it’s a good way to get a more authentic Spanish experience and meet
Spanish people. Also go big or go home, right? On Monday I went on my first run-lol
why is sunset so amazing?
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| I might be slightly obsessed with religious art, it's amazing |
Tuesday was easily the
most exciting day of the week. Well. Tuesday night was easily the most exciting
night of the week, though it didn’t start off that way. I was having a pretty
rough afternoon (a mix of various things, mostly stemming from being hot and
tired). I went on a run at Plaza de España before dinner, which helped. After
we ate I was moping around in my room while my roommate got ready and went out
(every night is a goodnight to go out here). I was going to try and go to bed
early but then like five minutes after my roommate left I had an overwhelming sense
of 1. You’re in Spain, get out of bed and 2. I want sangria. Well I couldn’t contact anyone because at that
point I didn’t have my Spanish phone yet and people who were out were not going
to have wi-fi (wee-fee). So I decided to go on an adventure. Without thinking
too much, I got dressed and walked out the door, no turning back now! I
remembered that there was a bar on calle Betis that had free flamenco on
Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I headed out to find it. I finally got there, only
to find a nearly empty bar. After reading the menu and debating for a couple of
minutes I went in and sat at the bar (as opposed to outside). I immediately
ordered a sangria (which was amazing) and looked around the bar. It was covered
with Flamenco themed things and postcards from around the world. After sitting
there awkwardly for like ten minutes I asked the bartender about the flamenco,
which he said would start back up in two weeks. Another 5 minutes of silence
later I asked about the best places to find “flamenco puro” (not touristy) in
the city, and so started an hour long conversation about a million things-all
in Spanish of course. I learned a lot about Seville and the bar, but also that
he and his wife and his daughter (who is currently in India) are all vegetarians!
I even got invited to come eat with them at some point! So after a great
conversation and a shot of Miura, a Sevillan made liquor, I headed out. I have
literally never been so proud of myself. I got about halfway home before I saw
these two guys and this one girl sitting on the side of Plaza de Cuba. I walked
by slowly and heard them speaking English. Since I always air on the side of
skepticism I decided to see what they were up to, because the girl was clearly
intoxicated. I found out that the guys were trying to help her find this party
she was going to. Her friend ran over a few minutes later saying that she had
found the party (it was an erasmus party, for foreign students in Seville) and
they all insisted that I come along. The night was still young and the party
was literally right there by the river, so I agreed. After about an hour of
talking to some very cool people, it was time to go home. [If you’re reading
this-I hope y’all got back to Ireland okay and thanks for a great night!] I
learned many things that night: that I CAN go socialize and make friends by myself,
my Spanish is not actually that bad, but most importantly that there’s a whole
world out there, all you have to do is go. Go and something beautiful will
happen. Go and something terrible will happen. Just go.
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| Roman Ruins |
Wednesday morning was a
struggle. Luckily, instead of class we got to go see the Roman ruins of Itálica.
Itálica was the first great city outside of Italy, it was pretty amazing to
see, though it is still hard to wrap my head around the fact that the Romans
just casually set up this huge city so far away from the center of their
empire. In other academic/culturally related news, I went on a paseo (walk) of
Triana, one of the neighborhoods, which was really cool as well as one of
baroque Seville, which I already knew a bunch about (thanks Mark). I also had a
taller de flamenco which was amazing. I need to sign up for regular classes
today or tomorrow. On Friday (yesterday)
we went to go visit the Alcazar, which was amazing, but I had seen it when I
came to Spain in high school. My favorite part was something I hadn’t seen
before, a huge map of Southern Spain and Northern Africa. It was so cool though
because it was upside-down. It is just so interesting to me that they had that
perspective. I mean, why should maps be the way they are? The earth is a
circle, who’s to say what’s the top and what’s the bottom?
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| Map in question |
Trips. Just to give you
a mini update on that part of my life, I thus far have three trips planned for
this semester as well as The Big Adventure. If you’ve talked to me recently you
probably know all about them. If not, I’ll give you a few hints.
Trip 1: It feels like
we’re going south, but we’re not
Trip 2: Cat boat and
coffee shops
Trip 3: Return to the
homeland (kind of)
I also realized that my
birthday is over a long weekend and I think it would be amazing to go to Paris.
I’m still trying to see if I can swing it budget-wise, but the thought of Paris
in December is just too amazing to pass up-Christmas markets, ice skating,
going to the ballet (not the Nutcracker though, because POB is too good for
that). I mean what else could a girl want for her 21st birthday?
(hinthintwinkwink mom and dad).
The Big Adventure: I’m
going to start booking flights/accommodation for this today/tomorrow. It’s a
bit intimidating to plan for a month long trip, but better to do it now when
I’m not super busy. My itinerary? Some time visiting camp friends in the UK and
then heading off the central/eastern Europe for three weeks! I’ll keep y’all
updated on that one!
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| Mosaic work from the ruins |
Some final
observations: I have found that if I sake a siesta, I can’t sleep at night,
which makes me tired/angry/frustrated, which makes it even harder to sleep. So
no more siesta for me. I have to force myself to talk in Spanish to my American
friends, it’s so easy to speak in English the whole time. When I spend time
reading in English and then someone speaks to me in Spanish, I get caught
really off guard, so I should probably just eliminate all English from my life.
I love my señora’s cooking, everything is literally amazing but I think my
favorite is berenjenas fritas con miel, fried eggplant and honey. ¿Efectiva? =
cash or credit? It’s interesting to keep up with Spanish news and not US news
(note I’m being PC and not saying American), it’s what’s on TV and all my news
sites since my laptop realized that it is in Spain now. Public bathrooms aren’t
real, even at McDonalds you have to buy something first. People dress so nice
here and the stores are amazing, I want to buy everything.
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| At the Alcazar |
Sometimes it’s
difficult: I don’t want you to think that my life here (the whole 1 week) has
been perfect. My beautiful friends at home can attest to that. I have gotten
extremely frustrated with things here and at times have been absolutely
miserable. That’s the thing, there’s no such thing as “perfect” (as I have
slowly been learning the last few years) and sometimes things just suck. You
get over it though. Ups and downs are part of life anywhere; they just seem to
be amplified the further you are from home. There’s no point in me complaining
about what makes me unhappy because luckily for me, the ups overtake the downs.
Moving to the other side of the world hasn’t been easy, but that doesn’t mean I
don’t still love it.
I’ll end with a funny
story: My roommate and I were going to meet people on Thursday night and there
was this guy sitting on the steps of Puente (bridge) de Triana wearing a Tom
Brady jersey. Since it was game night, we asked if he was from Boston/a
Patriots fan. He looked at us like we had three heads. I won’t lie, I was
pretty disappointed!
Well, I’d love to keep
going, but this is a novel as it is so I guess I’ll leave you here. I can’t
wait to share my next adventures with you! ¡Hasta Luego!
PS: feel free to let me
know how I’m doing/if you're actually reading this/what you want to see more of!
