I finally finished my first week of school, and am so relieved! I'm still working out a couple of issues with my schedule, but I think everything should work out fine. All of my classes are very interesting and the professors are fabulous--so it should be a great semester!
Last night I went out to dinner with my friend Dana. We came upon this big great street with a bunch of tapas bars. "Tapas" is the name for a wide variety of appetizers and snacks in Spanish cuisine. They're not very big portions, so you get quite a few, and then share them amongst the people you're eating with. Dana and I ate at a tapas bar, but didn't get tapas! This was because we weren't sure what some of the ingredients were in the dishes--that's why we must always carry out pocket dictionary with us wherever we go! Dana had a sandwich, and I had pizza--we were both pretty satisfied with our meals, but both agreed that it didn't compare to our favorite sandwich shop or pizza place back home! After we ate, we sat out in front of the Seville Cathedral, and listened to a group of men playing all sorts of different instruments--the crowd they had watching them was huge! While sitting out in front of the Cathedral, I saw a couple of my friends from Bryant which was really nice. Afterwards, Dana and I took an adventure across the river to meet up with some friends, but it wasn't that cool, so we decided to leave and go home :)
The amount of people out at night in Spain is unreal. It seems like the people in this city are very laidback, easy-going, and just very content with the life of a Spaniard. I mean, what's not to like? You get a siesta EVERYDAY! I think because they have that siesta that they are able to stay out until wee hours in the morning, when us Americans would have already been in bed for at least four or five hours.
I'm sure Mom and Dad are wondering how I got myself home at 1AM last night. Since the buses and metro shut down at about 11PM, I found myself having to take a taxi. For a typical city girl, this would be no big deal, but for a small-town girl, this was HUGE. Why? I've never, EVER been in a taxi before in my life. So, last night marked my first taxi ride and my taxi driver dropped me off right in front of my apartment.. it was perfecto.
I just wanted to share a couple of funny stories with you from the past couple of days. The other day I was sitting at the bus stop, and an old woman walked toward me with a grocery cart with a microwave (microondas) inside the cart. She sat down next to me and told me she would pay me fifteen euro to help carry the microondas to her house. That's basically all I caught of what she said, and when my bus came to the stop, I got on the bus, and I think I really made her mad as she was under the impression that I would help her--WOOPS! Also, on my way to school yesterday I got to ride the elevator (ascensor) with a little dog named Jorge. It reminded me of the time that we were bringing Zephyr back to TN and greet Sam, and we had to stay in a hotel and Z got to ride the elevator. I also just thought it was funny that the dogs name was Jorge, and responded to commands in Spanish. Perhaps when I get home, I'll make Zephyr a bilingual dog.
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| Zephyr waiting for the elevator |
Besos,
Lindsay
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