First Foot in Spain

Trip Start Jan 30, 2009
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Trip End May 22, 2010


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Where I stayed
Seville

Flag of Spain  , Andalusia,
Friday, January 30, 2009

Well over a year ago I was sitting in California during interterm failing my course and I realized that I was tired of school and wanted to follow something I had wanted to do for years, Learn spanish. So I bought a plane ticket and before I knew it I was stepping of a plane in city that had been recommended to me by a spanish teacher at Rocky Hill. I wasn't scared at first by I can sure say that when I got into the seville terminal and my guitar case had been broken and I couldn't find my luggage or a way to ask to get into the city all because I didn't speak a single word of Spanish...I started to feel scared. 
Eventually I figured out everything and was able to meet up with my cousin who put me up in her bed for three days, untill she found me an apartment. The apartment was the first place I had ever rented and it will probably live to be the worst. The freezing building and lack of covers forced me to shiver the night in my cloths while snuggling with a dog for warmth who would precede to poop all over my room in where, due to the poor lighting, I would wake up and slip on the poop usually hitting my head. The sink was piled high with dishes but I could not clean them because it would flood the bathroom which flooded my room. I couldn't shower or go to the bathroom because that would flood the kitchen which would flood my room. Every elecitrical appliance would electrocute me when I cooked, but no of it mattered because I was finally in Spain. The problem biggest for me was that I didn't have any friends, I didn't like partying or drinking, and I didn't speak Spanish. I certainly felt uncomfortable, but with the few times I saw my cousin she would help me much. She brought me to a soccer match where I sat front row next to and watched David Beckman play in a game of England vs Spain. I sat front row and watched a Cirque de Solei. I went to Caranival in Cadiz a Spanish Halloween, and I got set up by her with both a Sevillapass(a bike pass to rent bikes all throughout the city) and I got introduced to a school. 
Now for the first three months did all this stuff but the whole time remained relatively alone, until I walked into one classroom at my spanish school and met Nina and Joost. Nina and Joost were from Holland and over the next month I tried to become friends with them and the large Dutch group of about 25 people. Things finally started to become fun for me in Seville, and through my Dutch friends I met people from all over the world and even kept some of those friends who remain my close friends to this day. We got to go to large spanish festivals such as Semana Santa or La Feria de Sevilla and I even traveled to Huelva a beach area right outside the city, were after a long long night a spaniard tricked us and stole my wallet, but luckily I drunkenly managed to catch him and tackle him to the ground
During my time in Seville I had managed to move to four different houses living with one family along the way who actually turned out to be just a very very fat man named jesus that was nice, but only left his house once a week to the same bar and sing karaoke. I eventually ended up getting to live my friend Nina in a giant student residence. It was very fun but a little boring because all I wanted to do was know Spanish but I wasn't getting it and I felt like I was speaking in English to much, and that I wasn't doing any activities and instead just partying. It was a total change from home where I felt very comfortable with the food and with my friends and I almost was never not playing or planning an activity. Getting used to the spanish lifestyle was one of the hardest adjustments seeing as the appear to be a much slower and lazier people. Which in a sense is very true. Spain lives in the moment and as a country is just very poor. The people enjoy drinking, sleeping, and talking with friends. It all just seemed very boring, but when summer started to come I finally understood why there lifestyle was the way it was.
 Once the summer came up us it was brutally, and on top of everything I had not been taking care of myself very well due to my fiancially situation as well as a lack of knowledge about taking care of myself. It was the first time on my own, and I was determined to make it work. 

 Since I am writting this Blog about one year after everything happened I can not give the same details I would like to. I also experienced a harddrive crash and lost alot of my pictures and diary entres, but I will try to update this as much as I can!
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millie on

Nick
what a great commentary on your initial visit to Spain...
I loved reading it and understanding a little of what you went thru
let me know when you post Alicante and what you are doing now
love you lots

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