Day one.

The rest of yesturday was only marginally eventful. We (as in, the group of american students), took a pre-arranged carriage ride through the city at night. It was nice, quaint, and anachronistic. I felt like a super-tourist trying to feel a local reality that had ceased to exist 100 years ago. Needless to say, I was perturbed. However, at night, the entire city fills with bats. Its amazing to watch them, like a school of fish, circling the cathedrals, landing in the orange trees...
I also went bar hopping a bit. Once again, with los americanos. However, we went to some bars where there were no americans.... speaking of which, I feel like there really arent' that many tourist here in general. I feel like people bypass Sevilla for the more accessable Madrid or Barcelona. In any case, back to the bars. The wine here is amazing! We hopped into a desparately 30-something year old Bodega, next to an alley filled with less-desparate 20-something year old partiers. The place was really ancient - meet hanging from the ceiling, old crates and barrels everywhere. And though red wine at times bothers me.... this was soft and fruity and completely a treat.
Eventually the 30-something ness became too much so we hopped next door where they were selling 1 euro beers... I hestitantly tried them... remembering the horror of nadie light. But... like the wine, the beer took me by suprise. It tasted... blue moon-esque. But with a bit more hops. In the end, inebriation, and no sleep shortened the night. At 1 am I stumbled back to my room, passing out on my bed and not moving till the morning.
I'll be happy to report that I DID sleep on my back. So Karl, it seems the best way to correct my unhealthy sleeping pattern on my stomache is to be in a foriegn country with no sleep and too much wine.
-Adam

P.S. I got my homestay assignment. Its a beautiful house in the city center with a lady by the name of Dolores and her 13 year old kid - Edgar. No my first choice but definately no the worst either. Its in the city center so very very close to my classes and near all the bars and coffee shops and such. I'm 4 blocks from the river and a historic park. I meet them/ see the place tommarrow.

Estoy en Sevilla!

Hello all. I just got in Sevilla a few hours ago. What a flight! It all felt very strange and surreal. I first walked into this metallic new terminal at the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport. Everyone was lovely and very european randomly, I felt like I was in D.C... The New York airport kinda reminded me of New York. It smelled of cigarrettes and was gringy and didn´t wait for you to catch up with its speed. I luckily got placed in the Spain-Iceland terminal. I think its a sign. There was sooooooooooo many Icelandic people, and I was kinda creepy and would sit close so I could listen to them speak in Icelandic. The long flight there was made a bit better. A lady randomly wanted me to switch seats with her so she could sit next to her elderly mother on their overnight flight.... So I did. And I was coincidently completely surrounded by study abroad students heading to Madrid for study abroad. Needless to say, I was overjoyed. It made the flight a bit more bareable.
And now...
I´m here in Sevilla. With NO sleep at all. Its 11:58 here but in the middle of the night in the states i believe. In any case. This hasn´t been all that exciting but I suppose I´ll write again soon.
Hopefully I´ll have something more meaningful (not to mention coherent) to say.
-Adam

Leaving.

This last week has been a slew of epiphanies. Somewhere between the Groovy Lube in Austin and Grapevine Lake, a book has been closed. We'll see where the next weeks will take me. I hope to keep you informed, hopefully you will ignore the melodrama.
Espana calls.