Sevilla

Staying in tonight. After walking in the 100 degree weather to school and back twice a day...Sarah and I are calling it a night. We are sore, have blisters, and probably slightly dehydrated.

* View from the top of the ISA Office roof.

Sevilla is beautiful, romantic, and full of history. It doesn't even compare to Madrid or Toledo. I can't imagine liking another city in Spain more. I walked alone to my first class this morning with my ipod in. It was a great almost hour of alone time to just take in the sights and zone out a little bit. I'll have to take the camera out some time soon.

It's still a little bit uncomfortable living with a host family. My host mom is extremely gregarious and warm but it's still not my house and I'm still unable to have a conversation with her. Maybe if I wasn't in here updating my blog I'd be out in the living room learning some Spanish. Just a thought.

Chacos are saving my feet. I attempted another pair of sandals one day. That just resulted in a huge blister that made me limp for days...I will not sacrifice comfort for fashion again. Especially not when I'm walking on cobblestone and such for at least 3 hours total a day. Everyone here jokes I should be paid for the amount of advertising/free marketing I give them. I've literally recommended them to everyone here. I just can't walk in other shoes. Even our ISA Handbook says to never wear tennis shoes and white shoes unless you're going straight to the gym. It's just socially unacceptable. Silliness. Spaniards are missing out. Dressing like you're going to work out when you're not is just a win-win situation. It's extremely comfortable, it is possible to sleep it in and just get up last minute and run to class, you just look healthier...because well you look like you're about to work out or perhaps just finished working out, and because you certainly don't need to coordinate everything to match if you're just 'working out'.

Wine is cheaper than water. Go figure. I think this would be dangerous in Athens, Ga. Last night we all went out to this bar called Tex Mex and watched the Spain vs. Portugal game. It was exhilarating seeing their enthusiasm and excitement. Quite contagious. It was such fun. They are just out of control about soccer. There was lots of singing, chanting, dancing, and yelling. Also, a lot of them were wearing Spanish flags as capes. Doesn't that just take you right back to childhood?

* Paige took these pictures. Isn't she so great with a camera?!