Since I technically have two blogs - one I started in Spain and one I started in Oregon - I really wasn't sure which one I should put this post in. However, since I am back in Spain, I guess I will go back to my old blog and write my new observations.
This is now my fourth day in Spain, and I really do wish that time would slow down a bit. These two weeks are going to go by quickly. So far the days have been full but not terribly overwhelming. My literal day of travel (a full 24 hours) was pretty exhausting, but I am glad to find out that I can travel by myself and figure things out just fine. I spent 6 hours in the Dallas airport, which is a huge airport, but it went by fairly quickly. I had to doze a bit from time to time because I was so tired, but I also didn't want to sleep too much because I wanted to get on Spain's schedule. I called my Grandmom and two of my aunts, and let them know that I was fine.
My flight to Madrid was LONG. Oh my goodness, that flight really tested my patience. I could not for the life of me sleep very well, partly because planes are not built for tall people. And some of my neighbors snored louder than my music on my iPod. I was quite stir-crazy, but we eventually got there. While in Madrid I realized that I still had no way of exchanging money, and therefore couldn't call anyone from a payphone. That worried me a bit, but then I just decided to relax and know that everyone knew when I would arrive and that it would all turn out okay. I DID sleep on the last quick flight to Sevilla, mostly because I was incredibly exhausted.
Traveling is tiring but full of adventure. I was able to meet a young Israeli couple that was heading back home, an older couple (British man and American woman) that live in Panama but that were visiting friends in Spain, a young Texas man that was visiting his American girlfriend that lives in Spain, and another young guy that reminded me of a guy I went to high school with (no relation though).
After arriving in Sevilla I had to praise the Lord, because I didn't lose anything or have anything stolen, and because my suitcase arrived without any problems. I made it through customs just fine and then excitedly walked through the gate and scanned the crowd for my friends. I couldn't find them, so I hauled all my suitcases around looking for a place to exchange money - and there wasn't one. So I gave up on that and finally collapsed on a bench and watched and waited. All of a sudden a girl with blond hair walked through the door at the end of the room and started asking people something, as if she were looking for someone. My first thought was, "That's Lea!" but then I thought, "No, it's probably not her..." When she finally looked my way, I realized, "Oh my gosh, it is her!!" Lea's grin was unmistakable as she ran towards me and enveloped me in a bear hug. That's when I knew that this whole trip was real, that I was back in Sevilla, that I had come back to my home away from home.
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