Wrapped up in a pink robe that Leonór (nuestra "madre" Sevillana) gave me to wear, I sit here to record my day. I don't plan to post as frequently as I have been, but I thought I'd make use of this free time, before classes are underway. The nights get chilly here apparently, around 35 degrees Fahrenheit, and we don't turn on the heat; therefore, the robe. I'm still full from our dinner that began at 9:30: a delicious chicken broth and noodle soup, with various croutons and thick slices of Italian-like bread and a tortilla española, finished off with coconut yogurt, which was surprisingly tasty and which we were commanded to eat. Now, this sounds like a lot of carbs and may strike fear in the hearts of some of my immediate family (lack of protein?!) but a tortilla española is actually a scrambled egg, onion and potato mixture that turns out like quiche. I plan to make it some day.
My roommate Gabriella and I walked around Sevilla today, and got café in a café..fancy that. The brief hours I spent in Sevilla have thus far given me a favorable impression. Not having slept in the plane at all last night though, I find my enthusiasm is somewhat diminished by exhaustion. Tomorrow will be wonderful.
Speaking of wondrous things, a shower after hours of travel is unbeatable. My near-panic attack of the day was not when I was in Madrid speaking with five women with Iberia Airlines, each of whom directed me elsewhere to get my boarding pass, nor was it when I took a taxi alone to a street in Sevilla that I had to insist existed, but rather when the shower water stubbornly refused to heat. I briefly contemplated not showering until April, until Leonór shouted about having to turn on the hot water. What a relief!
Now I can fall asleep with the lullaby of motocicleta engines outside our apartment window. I've missed that sound.