2 weeks down

Big update tonight. Lots to talk about. So here we go.

    Last week a few classmates, Kelsey and I booked a trip in Dublin, Ireland for the St. Patrick’s Day weekend in March. We’ll fly from Seville to London where we start our trip. We’ll be traveling in huge green buses and enjoy the countryside while we make our way towards Dublin. There we will learn all about the history of the celebrations, visit a Guinness factory and join the party that night. Here’s the link to our St. Paddy’s day itinerary where you can see exactly what we’ll be doing for the 3 day trip. https://www.paddywagontours.com/tourView.php?id=236&cat=21

      Next up is the story of me getting a haircut here in Seville. Kelsey says she wants to avoid cutting her hair over here because her style is very particular and she wants to be able to communicate every detail of what she wants. Since I just went in for a buzz cut I figured I could handle it. I walked in and was instantly bombarded with the standard , Digame (pronounced Dee-gah-may) which is the command to “tell me” in Spanish. It’s normal for store owners and waiters to skip the formalities and get right to what they need to know. Not knowing the standard protocol of getting a haircut over here I stumbled through telling the woman that “I needed all of my hairs cut the same length, but very short.” She understood what I meant and told me to wait a minute while she finished up with another customer. My turn came soon enough and I sat down, told her what length I wanted and sat back and tried to make some small talk. Everything ended up going smoothly and I won’t have to worry about cutting my hair again for maybe another 2 months. Kelsey on the other hand might look like Repunzel by the time we get back to the states.

Last night there was a huge fútbol match with Madrid playing Barcelona. We went to a bar in the downtown area and watched the game with the locals as they cheered on they’re favorite players.

                                          

Some people in the bar were Barcelona fans while others rooted for Madrid. Some of the exchanges between these fans were very hilarious to eavesdrop on. Anyways we stayed for the whole game and everyone left the bar entertained. We said goodnight to our friends and went back home to finish up some homework.

Today after school Kelsey and I went to the historic center of Seville looking for some lunch. We were walking along a street wondering what to eat when the tempting smell of grease, cheese, and pepperoni filled our noses. We found pizza. Good pizza. The place is called “Slice of New York City” and its run by a guy named James who is actually from New York. We walked in and he instantly knew we were American and started talking to us in English (we get that a lot). We ordered our pizza and garlic knots (yeah Parker they’ve got garlic knots here too) and sat at a table and talked with James while he cooked more fresh pizza. We learned his life story and he told us all about his life in New York, meeting his Spanish wife while he was a DJ, moving to Spain, raising his child and opening his restaurant. He said the only reason he opened the place was because “these people don’t know what real pizza is.”

I am so glad that everyone is enjoying this blog and all the stories and pictures. My Spanish review course ends tomorrow and the real semester for school starts on the 24^th. My classmates and I will enjoy our weekend and explore more of this amazing city. I hope to capture some great pictures and have some more funny stories to tell. Adios, keep in touch.