Technically I guess my vacation hasn’t ended because I’m currently sitting in the airport in Sevilla. I have about an hour until my flight boards and then it leaves like a half hour after that. I really hope that I’m not sitting next to anyone because after a week of traveling and living in hostels… I’m neither the prettiest looking nor smelling thing in the world… lol.
Awe man, I just discovered that my elbows are entirely too dry. I dislike this and need lotion ASAP.
Back to the story: So the security people here at the Savilla airport are mean. It’s probably because I didn’t really understand what they were telling me to do, so they thought that just saying the same thing over but faster and louder would someone magically translate their words into something I can understand. Clearly that didn’t work. Nice job Sevilla Airport Security, gold star for the day.
Turns out that Euros set off the alarm when walking through a metal detector. Or at least I think that’s what did it because there is no other explanation. These Euros are dangerous items. The coins, I mean. I found out the other day that two AA batteries with a pocket full of Euro change does not mix well. I went to grab something out of my pocket and had to quickly pull my hand back out. The coins and the batteries were so hot I’m surprised that my pants did not catch on fire. You think I’m kidding, but I assure you that I am not. Go ahead, try it.
So recap of my week: long and too much walking. I did enjoy it, but honestly I saw so many cathedrals that they all just kind of blur together and I feel like my entire vacation was a church—big Gothic church. Well, and a mosque… that was turned into a Catholic church… haha. No escaping the Catholic Church in Spain! But speaking of which, I thought there would be a huge overcastting sentiment of Catholicism that would guide the every day lives of the majority of Spaniards. I was wrong. The Catholic Church is big here, but I don’t feel that it’s any more present out here than it is in the States. Other than the fact that the Cathedrals are monstrous and you have to pay to see them. A lot of adults have openly and willingly (without being asked or provoked) expressed their distaste with the Catholic Church. It seems a lot of people out here like the Catholic Church for it’s aesthetic contributions to art, (specifically in the Gothic era) but other than that, they don’t like it very much. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that I did not expect this attitude out here… so close to Rome. Lol.
At the end of this blog I’ll add a top-ten list of my favorite things that I experienced during this passed week, but here I’d like to elaborate on a few:
The Alcazar Real in Sevilla is AMAZING. It was my favorite place out of the whole week. Sevilla itself wasn’t my favorite place… it was probably my least favorite of all the cities I visited… but the Alcazar was magnificent! At first I walked in and was like, oh ok, this is cool, a big square. But then I entered of the doors in the square and got lost in a maze of a palace! And by palace, I don’t mean just the building, but both the buildings and gardens! I felt like Alice in Wonderland, but without some weird drugged cat. Lol. I felt the same in the Alhanbra in Granada, but here at the Alcazar in Sevilla there was a maze garden! It was a dream come true! I had always wanted to be in a maze garden. It was actually difficult to make my way out! So cool. I really really liked that place. Super amazing.
I would say besides the places I visited, my favorite thing was the people I met. On the bus ride from Cordoba to Granada I sat next to a girl who I didn’t talk to until like we were almost there and it was because she noticed I was cold so she gave me her jacket. Haha. She is like a toothpick and clearly I am not, but it was still a nice gesture! So we ended up talking and she is studying tourism something or other. She wants to work in a hotel. Then the next day I saw her walking on the street, but I didn’t say hi! Then on my way from Granada to Sevilla I sat next to the most colorful person I have ever met. She’s from the Ukraine and is ridiculous. Honestly, I can’t write how ridiculous this girl was, I would have to tell you in person so you get the feel for it. But some of the highlights: “You know why Americans and Russians get a long?” (me: “uhh… no.”) “Because we are always wanting be higher than everyone else. Who went to cosmos? WHO went to cosmos?!” lol. Then she went on to say that Spain is a bad country and will soon crumble under it’s political structure. She said this in Spanish on a bus full of Spanish people. Brave girl! She then scolded me for reading a book in Spanish that is 388 pages long. Apparently the only way to read a text that is not in your primary language is if it is more than 1,400 pages. This is what she told me. Repeatedly. She even snatched my book from me and shut it. I was laughing, but then remembered she was like virally sick and coughing all over her hands. I didn’t touch my book anymore and she thought it was because I took her advice… Then she decided to talk about nutrition. Apparently all of the produce in the Ukraine is gigantic. “Not even comparable to the rest of the world.” And then she was like, “all the Spaniards are fat because they eat too much grass.” I was like, wait a minute, what?! First of all, Spaniards are the skinniest people I have seen and second of all, I’ve been served an entire plate of spinach here, but never GRASS! I was a bit confused. So I asked, “grass?” and she said “YES! And the Spaniards aren’t even as bad as Americans! Americans eat so much grass!”
I was confused.
Then I realized she meant grease. Haha. Makes sense now. She also solved the world’s economic crisis. The way we need to make money is by opening cemeteries. “Weddings used to be good money, but these days people are living together without getting married, so there’s no money in that anymore. But people always die. So we should open cemeteries. That’s where the money is at.” She went on and on about all of these things for the whole ride. I have so many stories about this girl, too many to write!
I met other interesting people along the way, but again I’d have to tell you in person. My last hostel situation, though, sounds like the opening of a joke: “Soo… you have four Americans, two Australians, and an Argentinean…” hahaha. That group was… well, Idk what it was. HA!
Dang, I don’t remember what else I was going to say. But I sure am tired. My plane is still not here. I’ll be in Barcelona in approximately 3 hours, in my room in approximately 4 hours, and I have homework due and class in approximately 12 hours. I didn’t have a siesta today. You do the math, but clearly this is not a good mix.
Sorry to end so abruptly, but my brain literally just shut off. K bye.
1) Alcazar Real—Sevilla
2) Alhambra—Granada
3) The people I met along the way
4) The streets of Cordoba—Cordoba
5) Bull Ring—Granada
6) Cathedral of Sevilla—Sevilla
7) Mosque/Cathedral (two-in-one special! Lol)—Cordoba
8) TGI Fridays—Sevilla (minus the price, but the workers were SOOO dressed up for Halloween! Full body costumes. Head to toe. I’d like to see an American TGI Fridays outdo this one… and to boot Spain doesn’t even really celebrate Halloween!)
9) The tower and bells that are attached to the Sevilla Cathedral—Sevilla
1 Not gonna lie, I think Barcelona’s hotness factor was outdone a few times throughout my trip. Probably because youth live in these other cities whereas Barcelona is where the older crowd parties… ugh.
PS Just in case you were wondering. I broke my pair of tennis shoes. I literally walked in them until they ripped. And now the soul of my Converse fell out so I have a feeling I’m gonna need a new pair of shoes when I get back to the States! Too much walking over here!


