This week was a little more crazy...
On Monday, once I recovered from not sleeping all weekend after Cádiz and Super Bowl Sunday, I ran out of the snacks I packed for my flight to Spain. And with the meals so spread out during the day, I need to snack. So I went into the supermarket around the corner and bought the most American things I could find: Sour Cream & Onion Pringles, Chips Ahoy Cookies, and Coca-Cola (sadly their Coca-Cola Light is not the same as Diet Coke). I wouldn't say I'm exactly homesick, but there are those little things I miss...
- Snacks and junk food (but I've been eating a lot more fruits and vegetables than ever),
- Snow (but the weather is very nice right now; friends' snapchats of snow just make me so jealous),
- Carpeted floors (it gets so cold at night),
- Heaters for when it gets so cold (I just bury myself in blankets),
- Breakfast (pancakes, french toast, eggs, bacon...),
- Getting all my laundry done at once (but Carmen does it for me, which is awesome),
- Good tv shows on Netflix (but I don't have much time for tv anyways),
- Free water (but wine is cheaper than water),
- Classes being a 5 minute walk from my room (but the exercise and views make it enjoyable in the end),
- Stores being open 14:00-16:00 (but lunch and siestas are very important),
- The rest of my clothes (I'll just have to go shopping),
- And other random little things here and there.
But there's so much more to enjoy... I love the Spanish time and that people take time to enjoy what's going on around them, everything's so inexpensive, the food is great, everywhere is beautiful, and everyone is super nice. I love that I feel like I'm part of the family in my homestay, classes are going well, and I'm still in love with the beautiful city of Sevilla.
And all was well until late Monday when my cold started, which was a huge bummer. So on Tuesday I felt pretty crappy and just overall exhausted for the rest of the week.
Wednesday was my first day at my internship, which I was excited about, of course. I help at a school in a neighborhood called Nervión, in an English class with students 13-14 years old. My first day went really well (all of that info is being recorded in a different blog for my education class assignments), and I can't wait for the rest of the semester in this class.
Maddie and I went to Mass for Ash Wednesday that night. Mass is a little difficult, in more ways than one. First of all, I'm always busy and going to so many places during the weekends, so finding Mass times is pretty difficult. And second of all, it's difficult to follow what exactly is being said. I can pick out the parts of the readings that I'm familiar with, but the homily is pretty rough. I can usually figure out the central theme of the homily, but that's about it. I've also noticed that Sunday Masses at home are a lot more flashy than the Masses in Spain. Here, there's no processional hymn, let alone processions or hymns. Everyone just kind of shows up, listens to the priest say Mass very fast, somehow makes their way to the front for Communion, and then leaves. So basically like a daily Mass in the States. It's not like I would know the songs they would sing in Spain, but I just miss the music. But I guess that just means Jesus raves at Regis will be that much more fun when I get back.
On Thursday, I finally went to the pharmacy for cold medicine. Usually when I'm sick, I take DayQuil which helps a little bit, but I was surprised at how much better I felt after finally getting medicine here. Is it bad if I stock up just so I can bring some home with me? And after my nap, I was feeling so great that I couldn't fall back to sleep until 4am. Oops.
After a couple of hours of sleep and last minute packing, I met with an excursion group at 9am on Friday for our trip to Morocco. Our first stop was Gibraltar, a unique little British territory south of Andalucía. Everyone kept switching between Spanish and English and had the strangest accents (almost like a mix between British and Spanish?). Everything was priced in pounds but they accepted euros everywhere, which was nice but made paying for things more confusing. So we spent the little time we had at a bistro and exploring. Then it was time to head to the port for the ferry to Ceuta, a Spanish city in Africa. The day was filled lots of sleeping on the bus, sleeping on the ferry, and sleeping on the bus some more until we finally made it to our hotel in Tangier late that night.
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Gibraltar |
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Anna, Hazel, and I on the ferry |
On Saturday morning, we took a panoramic tour of Tangier. We visited where the Atlantic and Mediterranean Sea divide and then made our way to the beach to ride camels. Next, we made it to Chefchaouen later in the afternoon. Anna, Hazel, and I decided to explore the city on our own to get a more authentic experience of the city, which was the best part of the whole weekend. The city was just so beautiful, the people so nice, and the shops had so many incredible things. And finally, we made our way to Tetuan for a 5-course meal in an Arabic Palace. Up until this point, I had slept during all the traveling (1) because I can, and (2) to avoid getting motion sick. But I decided I would be fine to stay awake during the short bus rides before and after dinner. Not a good idea. Between the motion sickness and all the food, my stomach couldn't handle it all anymore, so I stayed in the hotel sick for the rest of the night. With that and my cold, I was not very happy.
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Friends in Tangier |
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^Atlantic ... Mediterranean ^ |
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Riding a camel on the beach |
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Chefchaouen |
On Sunday, I felt great again. No more throwing up and no more congestion from my cold. Yay. It was just super windy and rainy all day, which was not ideal for the day's itinerary. We had a tour around Tetuan and visited a pharmacy, and then we had free time to do some shopping. I was not as impressed with Tetuan than I was with the other cities, but it was still a very interesting place to visit. For the rest of the afternoon, we made our way back home to Sevilla. I finally had the Spanish tortilla I had been looking forward to all day and promptly passed out for the rest of the night.
Overall, the weekend was an incredible experience. Morocco is a beautiful country with its beaches, mountains, and everything in between. And I would not have been able to go without the excursion program I used. Anna and Hazel were also great people to travel with. They'e super nice and smart, so I enjoyed my weekend with them very much. My only problem was that we went with such a huge group of 140 other students who were not the nicest and we didn't split into smaller groups for the different tours. We were a huge group of loud Americans being paraded around Morocco, which is not the best idea in some situations. A lot of the people on the trip were in the same study abroad program, which typically go through individual universities, so they didn't socialize with anyone else because they already knew each other. And a lot of them were just generally culturally insensitive and impolite, which was unfortunate. But it helped me appreciate ISA, the friends I've made, and the whole experience a lot more. So it was all totally worth it.
Also, I know I'm super behind on posting pictures on Facebook, but I'm working on it. Be on the lookout for those soon (hopefully)!
Hasta la próxima semana!
~Erynn