Sevilla

So, finally, we have arrived in Sevilla. We have our hotel room after a 30 hour travel day and we're pretty much just ready to pass out. I, on the other hand, am incredibly stressed because I haven't eaten, I haven't slept, and now my adaptors don't work so I can't plug in my dead computer to charge which means I can't call my parents!

Needless to say, I'm not pleased.

To top it all off, they gave us a room with one bed, so the three of us (Kyrie, Carol and I) squeeze into one bed for the night and sleep the kind of sleep you can only have after a 30 hour travel day -- sporadic and constantly interrupted.

The next morning, however, we awake to the breakfast buffet, a feast of eggs, meats, juices, and breads. We gorge on the bounty before us, thanking god that we're staying in such an awesome hotel with such an awesome breakfast and we walk away full and happy.

Thus commences the orientation. Five days of following a schedule so that we can receive some important information (and some useless information as well) but so that at the end of the week we still walk away not having a clue as to what we're doing aside from playing games with kids and teaching them words like Red and Apple.

But! We do get to wander around Sevilla which is fantastically beautiful and full of life and light and love and a huge cathedral in the middle of town. This thing has got spires that just stretch up into the sky, and around it all the German tourists wander about taking pictures. You can sit in a cafe out in the open sun right before this monster of a church that's been around since the 12th Century, and you can drink your café, eat your ice cream, and talk on your cell phone all before this gorgeous building.

Then there's the Plaza de España which is perhaps the most romantic place I've seen in my entire life. So romantic, in fact, that on the day we went to go visit it, there were three different women getting their pictures taken for the wedding ... and then on my second visit, there were two. It's just that romantic.

I can imagine the conversations now:

María: Oh, so where'd you end up getting your wedding pictures taken?

Julieta: Just down at the Plaza de España, you know, where everyone gets them done.

Or how about:

Rosa: Where'd he take you on your first date??

Carmen: Oh it was totally lame. We went to the Plaza de España, life I've never been there before.

Thankfully, it seems like the Spaniards appreciate the historical significance of the place, and if not them, then at least all the German tourists do!

Okay, so I haven't gotten to the bit about the Dancing Dragon yet, but I'll get there.

More to come!