My plane touched down this morning at around 8am, still 2am back in the U.S. Luckily, I had the two seats next to me left empty for the long flight, but still didn't sleep at all. So currently I've been up for around 26 hours straight...yum. Everyone is sort of delirious and constantly asks for your name again, since no one has the attention span to listen to it the first time right now.
A big group of us went off for lunch in Madrid and looked like the worst kind of American tourists. The other kids were stopping in the sidewalk, taking pictures of the tall buildings, and crossing the road at all the wrong times. Not gonna lie, I was a little embarrased by the group and all the glares from the Spaniards. Apparently there is no such thing as free water in Europe, which was a shocker, so our entire table decided to argue with our waiter until he decided to bring us a pitcher instead of bottles (not sure how smart it was to drink from the tap on our first day). In general, I'd say we're off to a shaky start when it comes to being respectful of those who actually live here, but hopefully we'll split into smaller groups as the time goes by and get a hang of what's okay and what's not.
Anywho, we're about to walk around the city a little before we have a group dinner, then hopefully I can go straight to bed! I've been told all day what a lovely shade of red my eyes are.
Not sure the next time I'll have internet, but hopefully it's soon!
mrt.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
haven't left yet...
GOING CRAZY
It's currently the day before the day before I leave (I'm spending my 2nd semester of sophmore year in Sevilla, Spain), and I'm getting antsy. I'm surprisingly not very nervous, just sick of waiting. I've been packed all week and living out of my suitcase for no reason.
La familia is handling my departue in different ways. My overly sensitive mammoth of a brother randomly suffocates me and says, "You can't leave!," then loafs off. My younger sister mentioned how nice it was going to be with me not annoying her for a change, then she licked mashed potatoes off her spoon like ice cream. She's lovely. My Padre is stressin. Although I've lived away from home since I was fourteen, my dad was always able to reach me if he needed to. It's a little different thousands of miles away so he's freakin. I don't thinking it's helping him everytime I tell him, "It's fine! I'm not nervous.," then go watch T.V. Although he thinks I'm completely unprepared for the trip, that's sort of what I like about it. I just wanna go, do stuff, and not think about anything else.
Soooo I might not have everything together, (What else do I need besides my massive list of addresses for postcards?) but the Padre has left me with the only advice necessary, "Don't get drunk on the plane." To my surprise he actually used the word "drunk", when he usually ops for the phrase, "feeling no pain." To be honest getting drunk on the place never crossed my mind until he put it there....hehh hehh.
Don't worry Padre, I really will pass on that one.
Hopefully the next time I have a minute to write something down I'll have more interesting things to say
mrt.
It's currently the day before the day before I leave (I'm spending my 2nd semester of sophmore year in Sevilla, Spain), and I'm getting antsy. I'm surprisingly not very nervous, just sick of waiting. I've been packed all week and living out of my suitcase for no reason.
La familia is handling my departue in different ways. My overly sensitive mammoth of a brother randomly suffocates me and says, "You can't leave!," then loafs off. My younger sister mentioned how nice it was going to be with me not annoying her for a change, then she licked mashed potatoes off her spoon like ice cream. She's lovely. My Padre is stressin. Although I've lived away from home since I was fourteen, my dad was always able to reach me if he needed to. It's a little different thousands of miles away so he's freakin. I don't thinking it's helping him everytime I tell him, "It's fine! I'm not nervous.," then go watch T.V. Although he thinks I'm completely unprepared for the trip, that's sort of what I like about it. I just wanna go, do stuff, and not think about anything else.
Soooo I might not have everything together, (What else do I need besides my massive list of addresses for postcards?) but the Padre has left me with the only advice necessary, "Don't get drunk on the plane." To my surprise he actually used the word "drunk", when he usually ops for the phrase, "feeling no pain." To be honest getting drunk on the place never crossed my mind until he put it there....hehh hehh.
Don't worry Padre, I really will pass on that one.
Hopefully the next time I have a minute to write something down I'll have more interesting things to say
mrt.
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