The silence is broken

I guess it has been a while since I last posted on my blog. I think this is a good indication of how time feels here. Sevilla almost feels like home now. I think this can be attributed to the strong sense of community I have with the other exchange students. We have all grown very close since we've been here; we are united by a small subconscious sense of trepidation I think.
The other night I posed this question to the tappas table, "If you had to pick one city to live in for the next 2 years, which city would you select?" Nearly everyone said they'd live here! This may be a bit pre-mature on our parts but it does demonstrate the bond and at least infatuation we have with the city.

I met up with the Spanish girl from the other weekend this past Saturday night. She showed me and my friends a new little cluster of bars on Calle Alfalfa. She was fun to hang out with, but she is what some would call a chain-smoker. She is also a bit crazy I think. I think we will just be friends and she did offer to tutor me in Spanish if I needed the help. I may need to take her up on that offer later this semester.
   I met another girl through a mutual friend named Julia who has been very fun to hang out with. She has a room mate named taylor who is also an interesting person. Together they are quite the pair.
   On sunday night, my friend Scott, Taylor, Julia, Carey, Alicia, Marc and I went out to a bar. Once we had settled in and bought a drink we began to observe some interesting details about the bar. I am almost certain we were hanging out in a gay bar. We had fun because everyone was dancing and the music was ok.

Started class yesterday. I am taking: Spanish Art History, Spanish 201, History of Spain, and Ecology of Iberia. I think they will all prove to be very interesting and a bit challenging too. I want to try and be very promptly about turning in and completing school work so it doesn't interfere with traveling or my social life.

La Plaza de Espana

We went for a stroll around the plaza de España today. They filmed some scenes for star wars and Lawrence of Arabia there. It was magnificent. We were all speculating on when it was built. I initially thought it was modern and built in and older style, but I eventually settled that it was built after the Renaissance  maybe; I was way wrong. It was built in 1928  for the Ibero-American Exposition of 1929! After I read this I immediately thought of the town hall in Munich that was rebuilt after the war in a Neo-Gothic style to appear much older than it was.



On Monday we went to a Bar called Montaditos. They have a deal where you can buy 2 pints and a bowl of nachos for 2 euros. So of course being the incredibly intelligent and savvy investors we are we capitalized on the bargain. While we were chatting in the dining room and man approached us to say hello. He said his name was Robin and he was from southern England but grew in Sevilla. He told us about Sevilla in his youth when it was still under Franco's rule and some other funny stories. It turns out he was the half owner of the bar. We told him his deal for Monday beers was fabulous and he informed us that Mondays was still their worst day for business. I am glad we made a friend with Robin. He may prove to be a wealth of knowledge and an interesting friend to have in the city.



This is kind of a neat photo of me and the other two girls from Presbyterian College in Sevilla with me. Carey Mears is on the right and Rebecca Settle is on the left. I am enjoying their company immensely and am glad we are becoming good friends fast.

First weekend...checked off with success.

   I was a bit anxious about this weekend because I'd heard many things about going out in Sevilla that were a slightly intimidating. I heard that the party doesn't really start until 2:00 am which is true. The discotecas didn't really get crowded until 1:30 or 2:00 but many people were in there bars prior to the discotecas though. The local kids who don't want to pay for drinks in the bars buy liquor and beer from the store and drink along the banks of the river which runs parallel to the major bar street calle betis. I think this  street would be equivalent to "the strip" in say Panama City or Myrtle beach in that there are many people there but it isn't a local hot spot. I really want to find the more local locations. For example one of the rules we have about sitting down at a restaurant or bar is that if it has english on the menu we don't go there. The bar tenders and bouncers on calle betis speak English and hand out little flyers or promotions for their drink deals in English.
   Friday night was the more intense of the two nights because all of us were very excited to go out for the first time. I checked the weather at 10:00 before I was leaving to go and saw it was going to be about 40 degrees so I wore layers in anticipation of walking back. As a result of my preparedness for my walk back I was drenched in sweat vey quickly after 20 minutes in the discoteca which was lovely. At around 2:30 I walked Carey back because she asked me too and she should walk alone at night anyways. When I got back everyone had for gotten I'd left to walk her home and they were calling me and really worried. We found a mcdonalds (the aussies call them mackers) still open at three thirty and quickly approached for the kill in our desperate and famished state.
   We all parted paths after the meal was complete and rebecca and I walked home since we live in the same district. It was fun walking home with her because we got to debrief and chat about the happeings of the night with our German friend and Australian friend kissing being the hot topic.

   Despite Paul's insistence that we continue to "wage this night" we all wanted to take it easy Saturday night. Plus the 3 chinese girls who live with me came out with us and they aren't really what you'd call party animals. They did enjoy the experience immensely to my relief. They danced at the discotecas and the bars and all had one sangria to drink. They stayed out with us until the bars closed at 3:30 and walked home with me and Rebecca.
  I had my first close encounter with a local Saturday night. I was at this bar and kept making that sort of awkward eye contact with the same girl, who I thought was pretty cute and obviously Spanish. So after a few deep breaths and rehearsal  of possible conversations I could maintain in Spanish (a pathetically small arsenal) I approached with caution. I walked up next to where she was standing at the bar and ordered a beer and a sangria. She just finished her drink as the bartender handed me my order and I handed her the drink and said hola. She said hello and thanked me for the drink. to my surprise and relief she was fluent in English so I was able to speak Spanglish with her. I asked for her number after a while when it looked like we were parting ways and she complied. I hope to see her again next week?
  Sunday had big plans for a day on the town that fell through due to rain. So i spent the day doing a good deal of nothing which is very difficult and frustrating when you are in Europe.

This was taken in the courtyard of the cathedral.

Mis Primeros Sevillanas Noches

 It is very surprising how quickly a new language is required when I have to speak it 70% of the time. Every day I come home for lunch after my classes (in spain lunch is around 2:00 or 3:00 in the afternoon) and I try to apply what I learned in my conversation at lunch. Pepi  asks me about my class and my plans for the afternoon and each day my limitations of communication are less and less. t is very gratifying to see improvements so soon.
 Today Pepi's granddaughter came over for lunch and she is absolutely adorable. I think she was afraid of me because I am so tall and I probably sound funny to her. I gave her some skittles  from home to try and win her over but she took them and ran off screaming and giggling. I t is easy to see thet she is such a delight to Pepi despite her  mania and refusal to drink her juice with her lunch.
  I went out with my new German and French friends tonight. My language class has three Germans, one Frenchman, and one girl from the Faroe Islands (between Iceland, Norway, and Great Britain). Tonight we all met for a drink at one of the many plazas of Sevilla. For the third night in a row we have gone to a very "touristy" bar to my displeasure; the restaurants had English on the menu after all. I have been wanting to find a real local bar deeper in the city but I don't think the girls are brave enough to venture this far yet.
 I should tell you about my classmate Paul. Paul is the lone Frenchman in our class. The first day he said to the teacher, who was speaking lots of english, "I don't speak much English or Spanish. I only speak French and no one else is French." He seemed very sad and of course the girls in our group immediately took a liking to him. So tonight the entire class went out for a beer or wine for the first time. Paul was easily the most excited of our group. He was scheming about our weekend activities the entire time. He told everyone he would buy 3 shots for all of us if he found an apartment tomorrow (he still hasn't found a flat to stay in and his hostel kicks him out tomorrow!). I hope he finds a flat but not because I want 3 one euro shots.
 The girl from the Faroe Islands is very good at spanish which is her seventh language I believe. She is going to begin Arabic this Spring...wow! I am struggling with 2 languages and here she is try to master her seventh before she begins her eighth! My language problems suddenly seem miniscule.
  I am very excited for this weekend and I can't wait to see what it has in store for our small but diverse group of friends...

one last note:

It is really absurd how quickly one makes friends here, but today Paul told me he was very sad and wondering if he made a mistake by leaving his girlfriend, friends, and family behind in France. Then I surprised him because I looked at him and said, "Aqui y ahora somos nuestra amigos y familia" (now we are each other's friends and family) but then I told him there was no way I would be his girlfriend while he was here and he laughed and I think a little relieved to have made a few friends.

The First Day of Class

I woke up at 6:00 am this morning and couldn't go back to sleep... so I practiced my Spanish in my head while laying in bed. I reckon it helped because my Spanish today was much better than yesterday.
  I went to school for the first time today to begin the language course, WHICH IS FOR A GRADE!!! This was a surprise to me. I took the placement exam and I exempted elementary and intermediate 1 and began my instruction in intermediate 2. This is a classic example of the maxim, "pride goeth before the fall," because intermediate 2 proved to be a serious challenge despite my pleasure of being so advanced. I elected to move down to intermediate 1. I informed my teacher that my brain could keep up with what he said but my tongue was too slow for his class. This professor spoke little to no english and spoke like an auctioneer with a seriously contested antique.
 The intermediate 1 class proved to be a bit more relaxed. The teacher told us the first 2 days would be used to assess our abilities and then we would proceed accordingly. This class is much more elementary but I fell it is pertinent to pursue this avenue of action because I actually need the review of the basics to proceed.
 I came home for lunch and had a lovely conversation with Pepi. I told her I thought I was very lucky because my other friends' host mothers didn't speak with them very much. She was very surprised. She told me that Spanish is learned in the school and mastered in the home. She then showed me pictures of the five children of the first girl she hosted 20 years ago!! She told me her family has grown to be very large because the students that have lived with her have remained her family.
 Pepi and I were watching T.V. and a short piece about Elvis Presley came on and she told me this was her favorite!!!!!! How cool right? My host mother likes The King!
  I am certain Pepi is the best host mother I could ask for. So my momma doesn't need to worry because I am in good hands here in Sevilla.

Me and the Girls from P.C. (Carey and Rebecca) met up with some new acquaintances from class today after lunch and walked around looking for a place to buy power converters. I swear we walked in six circles and five figure eights before we found the store selling the converters. Once we completed this mission we returned to a bar where we discovered a sweet deal. The bar had a monday special where 2 pints and a bowl of nachos cost 2 euros...that is about $2.75 which is insane!! Our group of about ten students stopped and capitalized.

I am not sure what about drinking outside along the sidewalks is so lovely, but I promise enjoying a beer with a few friends street-side is intensely satisfying. The world the Sevillans use to describe their city is tranquilo, which I have personally translated into "chill."

The first full day in Sevilla.

I woke up at 1:00 in the afternoon. I slept very hard all through the night, which added up to about fifteen hours of rest. I walked to the kitchen and said hello and hood morning to Pepi. She said buenos dias and asked if I needed a shower. I did need a shower and I took one. The funny thing about the shower is that it is the kind with a hose connected to a nozzle which can be held and aimed as you desire, however there isn't a holder for the nozzle. So to lather up I have to place it on the floor and freeze.
 Afterwards we discussed the meal schedule for the day. Lunch was at two and dinner was at nine. She gave me my keys to the house and I must call if I am going to be late.
  I ate lunch which was a potato pie-like thing and then a what looked like tiny baked beans in a stew with sausage which was very good. We both sat in the kitchen listening to the radio after lunch while I checked e-mail and she knitted. We would pause our respective activities to talk a little. We talked about soccer and my school schedule.
  I left the house at three fifteen to meet up with Carey and Rebecca at the cathedral at four. I packed my map, dictionary, scarf and sweater and headed for the subway. I reached the subway after a five minute walk and walked beneath the surface. I walked up to the complex looking machine I just saw someone purchase a ticket from and to my relief found it had an English option. I purchased my ticket and went to the station closest to the cathedral. I walked around at a leisurely place and eventually took a seat next to the tower where we had agreed to meet. after about ten minutes of sitting alone I was sorta worried I was in the wrong place, and then they both walked up. Carey had brought her room mate Alicia, who hails from Australia. Alicia is very nice but sort of cheeky which I think is hilarious.
 We all four walked around the cathedral and caught up on our living situations and mishaps while traveling and communicating. We spotted a store where we can obtain metro and bus passes tomorrow and also get prepaid cell phones.

 We all stopped for a beer and some tappas. I am not sure what I thought tappas were, something wrapped in a tortilla probably, but they turned out to just be a small sized entree or maybe more of what you'd call an appetizer. i had some shell fish with onions and pepper topped with olive oil which was delightful. I also ordered a pint of Estrella which was a typical pilsner, cold and refreshing.
  We walked around a bit more and then all in sync needed to find a bathroom due to our choice of beverage. We saw a bathroom in Starbucks, but it required a passcode to enter!? I bought a cup of joe so all four of us could access and utilize the facilities.
  After the pit stop and some more conversation I walked back to the Nervion district with rebecca, where we both reside and the other two girls began the walk home too.
 I returned from my excursion about a half hour early for dinner, so I sat down with Pepi in the living room and we chatted. She told me she just got back from visiting her father. i asked her how her father was and she explained to me that he has alzheimer's and must live in a home because he needs more attention than she can give him alone. I told her that I think that sickness is very sad and she agreed.
  We ate steak and rice-sauce (it looked like rice in apple sauce) with an apple for dessert.
I have been typing up my blog ever since in the living room while she knits. We occasionally talk very briefly about what is on the television. She was watching the spanish equivalent of Comedy central for a few minutes when she looked at me and said, this isn't entertainment. She believed the should actually be called monologue.
  It's now ten fifteen and I am thinking about bed because I have a busy day of orientation (don't worry I won't come back to the states an Asian) and intensive spanish language instruction.

Pura Vida

Travel and Arrival

I left my parents in Atlanta on Friday and boarded my plane to London around eight. I had the aisle seat which was fortunate, however I sat next to a man with the largest shoulders i have ever seen (sorry Roland). He must have been a Rugby player because i had to lean left for most of the trip.
  I slept for maybe two hours on the plane which was tough once I got to London. One nicer part of the flight was you could order Alcohol as a drink and with dinner for free since it was British Airlines. My pre-dinner beer and with dinner wine helped my snoozing immensely.
  The London airport was MASSIVE. There were so many terminals. There was also an incredible amount of high-end shopping ie gucci, prada, loads of alcohol for sale, etc. I ate brunch at a cafe and it cost me 22 dollars...not happy about that but a man's gotta eat.


  The fight to madrid was lovely because the plane was practically empty. I had an entire row to myself and I laid down and passed out for two hours of the flight. Once the attendant woke me up for the descent I looked out the window and the view was incredible! It looked just like you'd expect it would when we were passing over the small rural villages. They had red roofs and they were all crowded together and surrounded by farms. The mountains were just barely tipped with snow and they were surrounded by rolling brown hills specked with farms and more villages. Madrid was quite a sit from the air as well. It is a large and sprawling city. We were to far from the  center for me to locate and major landmarks from the old city.
  Once I went through customs I went searching for my gate and found a familiar face. Carey Mears saw me before I saw her. It was quite a relief to see someone I knew after such a long time traveling. We swapped our stories of travel and mused about the horrors of losing our luggage together (which ddn't happen thank the Lord). We then found a place to grab a beer and we both enjoyed a San Miguel, which was very good and it made me reminisce about drinking Pilsen with my father in Costa Rica. We took the 45 minute flight to Sevilla and both recovered our baggage. We parted ways once we reached the taxi station and wished one another luck.
   I rode in the taxi to the address I gave him on an index card. He dropped me off after a ten minute ride in silence and I gave him the fare. I rang up to Josefa on the intercom and she buzzed me in. I walked up the stairs of the nearest apartment inside the gate and rang the bell....no answer. I was worried. I took my bags and walked back down and saw a woman poke her head out of another door inside the gate and look at me puzzled. She said "David?" and I smiled and said Si Si Hola Josefa. She indicated I should give her dos besos so I kissed her on each cheek and she took me inside. To my surprise there were three chinese girls in her house. SHe told me they would be here for only a few more days and then it would just be me and her.
  Josefa told me I should call her Pepi after I called her by her name again. She talks very fast and I find myself nodding and saying "Si" after most things she said regardless of wether it was crystal clear or totally cryptic. I eventually told her my ears were slow and stupid and she has slowed her speech down and started using smaller words.
  After briefly unpacking she ushered me to the dinner table and I ate pasta and salad. She then ushered me to bed because I was very tired. I fell asleep around ten.